Rab, High Table and the Founding Fathers

A reader of this blog has sent me the Report of the Home Office Research Unit, June 1974 – when Roy Jenkins was Home Secretary – summarising current and past projects funded by the Home Office Research Unit as far back as the mid 1950s. This Report is certainly an interesting document but there is not the capacity on this blog to write as much as I’d like to about the research summarised. What is very clear from the Report is that for many years, the Home Office Research Unit had been conducting research into children’s social services, the psychiatric system, detox units, prisons and remand centres, borstals, approved schools, the Probation Service, the parole system and the practices of the police. Even if those researchers were of mediocre quality – and I imagine that some of them were – they could not have missed the large scale abuse of vulnerable people within the systems that they were researching. Research projects included investigating: who were the clients of prostitutes; why children and young people were attempting suicide or running away from approved schools and borstals; the histories of teenaged girls in Borstals and women in prison; narcotics users in detox units and prisons; and the workings of legislation relating to children, young people and prisoners deemed to be mentally ill. The Home Office Research Unit will have stumbled upon Dafydd and the gang repeatedly. Which might be why some of those being commissioned by the Home Office Research Unit to conduct the research were associates of Dafydd et al.

The Home Office Research Unit was established in 1957 under Macmillan’s Home Secretary Rab Butler. After the Children and Young Persons Act 1963, the Unit’s responsibilities were extended to matters relating to child care and adoption and extended again in the wake of the Race Relations Act 1968 and the Misuse of Drugs Act 1971. Universities and academics were invited to apply for grant funding from the Unit.

The Home Office Research Unit acted as a liaison between the Home Office and Social Work Group and the Scottish Home and Health Dept. Throughout many of the years that this Unit was in operation, there were at least two civil servants at the very top of the Home Office who were corrupt and colluding with serious crime – Barbara Kahan and Bing Spear. Kahan was a social worker based in Oxfordshire for much of her life who colluded with the most serious abuse of children throughout her career and was appointed as the Home Office’s Deputy Chief Inspector of the Children’s Dept in 1970, under Heath’s Home Secretary Reginald Maudling. When the remit for childcare moved to the DHSS in 1971, Barbara moved with it and became adviser to the then Secretary of State of the DHSS, Keith Joseph (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). Bing Spear spent years as the mandarin responsible for the supervision of the prescription of Class A drugs in the Home Office’s Drugs Branch. Spear seems to have been an addict himself and was undoubtedly facilitating the sale of Class A drugs by Top Doctors like Ann Dally and Dafydd (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). Bing Spear and Sir Peter Morrison were most conveniently found dead just four days apart in July 1995, as decisions were supposedly being taken by John Major’s Gov’t as to whether to hold a Public Inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. The decision to hold the Inquiry and to appoint Ronnie Waterhouse as Chair had obviously been taken by then because Ronnie had altered his retirement plans and was on manoeuvres, as was the well-camouflaged paedophiles’ friend Professor Eric Sunderland, former VC of UCNW (Bangor University). And of course Dafydd had finally ‘retired’, but he hadn’t, business had simply been re-routed through his charidee CAIS and the North Wales Hospital Denbigh had closed down, except that it hadn’t, parts of it were still up and running but no-one was told. Then there had been the recent musical chairs at the very top of the Welsh Office, with Secretaries of State coming and going and paedophiles’ friend Lord David Hunt just taking over for a few days whilst all the crime was concealed as best as it could be.

 

Some of the work commissioned by the Unit was conducted by people who were already big names, such as the now discredited Prof H.J. Eysenck and his wife Sybil of the Institute of Psychiatry, who conducted research on the ‘personality of offenders’, 1971-74. Dafydd, Tony Francis, Professor Bob Woods and many more passed through the Institute of Psychiatry during their ‘training’. Eysenck was there for years, Dafydd et al will have known him even if they didn’t work with his team. Many people named in the Home Office Research Unit’s June 1974 Report have disappeared without trace, some became well-known but are now names from a previous era, whereas a few are still highly influential today or have only relatively recently died.

This Report exemplifies why there are such problems with the care and treatment of vulnerable people, including those who end up in the criminal justice system. If one takes the time to read some of the other research published by some of those named in this Report, it comprises some of the most notorious ‘research’ conducted during the latter half of the 20th century, for example the experiments on ‘neurotics’ with sodium amytal. Such experiments at Aston Hall Hospital were a smokescreen for the most serious abuse of children by the Top Doctor who ran that institution. It was an Aston Hall survivor who sent me the Report – they have also told me that the report of the police investigation into Aston Hall is due to be published later this month. The people who abused children, patients and prisoners in the name of this lame, poor quality research trained the generation of researchers and practitioners who are just retiring now ie. those who were responsible for educating and training today’s researchers and practitioners.

 

The more critically minded students were able to see through the terrible practices of their mentors, but a frighteningly high proportion of those students were not critically minded and were taught laughable theory and inducted into very bad practice.

This was a problem in the School of Psychology at UCNW. Professor Fergus Lowe, who led the regime there for decades, was known to lie, cheat and plagiarise. Some psychologists walked away from Fungus and Bangor because of this, but a great many didn’t, they learned – or didn’t learn – at the knee of Fungus. Thus this ‘world leading department’ contained more than a few researchers who did not adhere to basic protocol. The School of Psychology used to recruit a lot of people to participate in the PhD students’ experiments and I and two friends of mine volunteered for this in about 2005. The students didn’t know that two of us held postgraduate qualifications in science subjects ourselves and they responded to us as they did to other participants. They were rude, arrogant and patronising while we watched them make elementary mistakes. Midway through one trial which involved me hitting a computer key in response to images flashing on the screen in front of me, the keyboard provided for the participants was changed. The substitute keyboard was of a completely different design and it was a design that I had not seen before. As I grappled with the new keyboard, the PhD student looked at me contemptuously and commented that I probably wasn’t intelligent enough to participate in this trial. I explained to him that I had been given a different keyboard. He stated that didn’t matter. Yes it did you idiot, it is called ‘alerting the variables during the course of the trial’ and it is something that one never does. I demanded the return of the original keyboard and after much aggro it arrived. I completed the experiment while Mr Fuckwit looked on in amazement.

My two friends who participated in trials with Fungus’s minions had similar experiences, but with added extras, having taken part in many more trials than I did. They noted serious breaches of ethics as well as flaws in methodology. I knew these friends from my days in Bethesda, when the Top Docs and paedophiles’ friends had me arrested constantly and tried to set fire to my house. They had lived in the same village as me and witnessed what was going on. One of them died some years ago. He had a long-standing heart condition with which he had lived for many years, which was known to the GPs at Bethesda surgery. He had a non-fatal heart attack at home one evening and his wife rang the GP on call, Dr Nicky Heinersdorff. Heinersdorff refused to attend her patient’s home, although Nicky Heinersdorff lived just up on the hill behind Rachub, about half a mile away from the house of the man who had the heart attack. His wife had to ring an ambulance for help. By the time that the ambulance arrived, my friend was unconscious. He died in hospital a couple of weeks later without ever regaining consciousness. Heinersdorff’s negligence was the talk of Bethesda but there was no investigation.

This man’s death was yet another death of someone who knew about the paedophile gang and what it was doing to victims, who also knew some of what was going on in the School of Psychology under Fungus and who many years ago had been a student of Prof Greig-Smith, the botanist at UCNW who worked with the spouses of some of the paedophile gang and who knew Prof Edred Henry Corner, the botanist who was the uncle of Douglas Hurd. Hurd was Home Secretary, 1985-89 and colluded with the crimes of Dafydd et al (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’).

It really is quite striking as to who pegs out when a Top Doctor refuses to do their job.

 

I have mentioned in previous posts that when I was an undergrad, a lot of my friends were postgrad students at UCNW in zoology or plant biology. I was friends with a number of students on the MSc Ecology degree at Bangor, which was at the time considered the leading course of its kind. Prof Greig-Smith led the course and even the keenest and most able students complained bitterly about Greig-Smith’s deep unpleasantness and the lack of student support. One such student was an Oxford zoology graduate called Adrian Barnett. Adrian had been a member of the Exploration Society at Oxford and had done the David Livingstone bit and had hacked through jungles. During the course of his adventures, Adrian had contracted malaria which is of course recurring. Adrian would be spotted shaking and sweating around the University and in lectures and would be cheerfully ignored by the staff, while the students said to each other ‘oh it’s Adrian’s malaria again’.

Adrian knew my friend Anne who was killed by the paedophiles’ friends in spring 1986 and I think that Adrian knew what was happening to me at the hands of the Top Doctors as well.

Adrian didn’t end up with an MSc from Greig-Smith, he was given a Post-Grad Diploma instead. I can’t remember whether Adrian was just given the booby prize or whether he opted for it by leaving the course early. There was such dissatisfaction with Greig-Smith that students did talk of leaving without hanging around for their MSc. Adrian later went to Surrey University in Roehampton to do a PhD in Primatology, but he didn’t get that either.

Not that any of this has held Adrian back. He has spent many years exploring Central and South America, including the Andes and the Amazon, as well as West Africa. Adrian now styles himself as a rainforest ecologist and works at the Instituto Nacional de Pesquisas da Amazonia.

Adrian’s career highlights include:

Research Associate, Department of Anthropology, California Academy of Sciences, San Francisco, California, USA: Public Lecturer: Los Angeles, London and Philadelphia zoos; Royal Geographical Society; British Museum of Natural History; Oxford, Cambridge and London Universities, Universities of California Berkeley and Pennsylvania and others; Senior Research Officer, Friends of the Earth England, Tropical Rainforest Campaign, 1991-93; Environmental Journalist, 1986-present: BBC Radio 4, 5 and BBC World Service Radio (Over 600 appearances and presentations.) Children’s educational radio: presenter of ‘Animal Talk’ and 2 years as resident scientist on the ‘Mark Curry Morning Show’. ‘BBC Wildlife’ magazine, ‘Earth’ magazine, ‘The Guardian’, ‘The Times’, ‘New Scientist’ magazine. Royal Geographical Society-Shell UK Rainforest Education Pack, Maraca Rainforest ProjectPartner, Akodon Ecological Consulting, 1996-present. Staff, Philadelphia Academy of Natural Sciences, Education Department, 1998-99. Staff, The Franklin Institute Science Museum, 1998-99. Resident Faculty, International Honors Program in Global Ecology, 1992-96. Expedition team leader, 1999, for the Wildlife Conservation Society mammal survey. 

Scientific societiesFellow, Royal Geographical Society. Scientific Fellow, Zoological Society of London. Member, American Society of Mammalogists; American Society of Physical Anthropologists; Neotropical Bird Club; Primate Society of Great Britain.

Adrian’s success is certainly impressive when one considers how many degrees that he failed to complete and how sought after opportunities in ecology in exotic places are. Zoologists and botanists of Adrian’s generation with career-orientated parents were very used to receiving grief from their mums and dads about their terrible prospects if they insisted on wasting their talents studying flora and fauna.

Jobs with the BBC as naturalists are damn near impossible to bag. David Attenborough landed one, but then his dad was Principal of University College Leicester, an institution which concealed a VIP paedophile ring (see post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’) and of course Terry Nutkins and Chris Packham landed such jobs, although I don’t know how, particularly as Chris Packham keeps telling everyone that he was seriously dysfunctional and autistic. Bill Oddie of course succeeded, the Bill Oddie who was part of the Footlights tribe, along with Graham Chapman, a Top Doctor who molested young boys and was a friend of one of those who gave thousands of quid to people in Somerset who knew what was happening to me in north Wales (see post ‘Upper Class Twit Of The Year – Shooting Themselves’) and of course Jonathan Miller, a Top Doctor who was the son of a Top Doctor, who knew damn well what Dafydd et al were up to (see post ‘The International Language Of Screaming’). Jonathan’s son William worked at the BBC with my friend, when a gangster went after my friend, before the BBC forced my friend out of his job (see post ‘The Turn Of The Screw’).

So when Adrian’s CV arrived on the desk of Jimmy Savile’s employer and of course the employer of Esther, who did not reply when I wrote to her and told her of Dafydd’s abuses in the late 1980s, what outstanding features did Adrian’s CV have out of the hundreds that the BBC would have received? Er – UCNW, Ecology, 1986 perhaps?? AAAARGGGH – we’ve either got to kill him or give him a job…

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Mark Curry used to present ‘Blue Peter’ and later in his career he starred in the TV series ‘Doctors’. I do hope that Val, John and Pete weren’t linked to Dafydd as well. I wasn’t one of these people who believed that my childhood had been stolen when Savile was unmasked as a sex offender, because I didn’t waste time with ‘Jim’ll Fix It’, I hated the weird old creep and years later, after falling into the clutches of Dafydd and the paedophiles, I knew that there was no innocent explanation when Savile was appointed manager of Broadmoor particularly as I had heard that Savile was a child abuser even if no-one at the BBC had. However I did like Val, John and Pete and of course Shep and the other pets and it would be a great disappointment if it were to become known they they too hobnobbed with a gang of paedophiles. If anyone has info that they did, please let me know and Brown and I will reconstruct the tale in the style of that popular ‘Blue Peter’ feature ‘John Nettleton Tells The Story’. It’ll make a change from The Life Of Mozart which was what John Nettleton was usually narrating.

 

To return to the June 1974 Home Office Research Unit Report. Many people working for the Home Office Research Unit, either directly as staff of the Unit or as researchers in universities who had received funding from the Unit, will have known about Jimmy Savile as well as Dafydd and the gang. These researchers were working with the group who were targeted by sex offenders – young people deemed to be troublesome. They could not have failed to have noticed what had happened and what was happening to some of their research participants.

The Director of the Home Office Research Unit, 1972-83, was John Croft. Croft was in post throughout the incumbencies of Home Secretaries Robert Carr (July 1972-March 1974); Roy Jenkins, (March 1974-Sept 1976); Merlyn Rees (Sept 1976-May 1979); Willie Whitelaw (May 1979-June 1983). Croft’s tenure may also have covered the last few months of Reginald Maudling’s time as Home Secretary and the first few months of Leon Brittan’s incumbency.

Throughout this time the Home Office was riddled with corruption. A whole series of high profile miscarriages of justice occurred, which took years to be remedied as a result of the Home Office’s flat refusal to admit the degree of wrongdoing involved. Dafydd et al did precisely what they wanted in north Wales and teenagers from children’s homes in north Wales as well as psych patients died at Risley Remand Centre without investigations taking place (see post ‘Include Me Out’).

For decades, Bryn Estyn was an approved school run by directly by the Home Office and I had thought that was the situation until Bryn Estyn became a community children’s home in Nov 1973 and was transferred to the management of Clwyd County Council. However, I have now found information from the Home Office stating that the running of approved schools was transferred from the Home Office to the DHSS in Jan 1971. Thus Bryn Estyn was managed by the DHSS from Jan 1971 until Oct 1973. So that’s how Dafydd and Lucille came to be ruling the roost there. The abuse of boys in Bryn Estyn was endemic throughout the various different regimes, but it was when the DHSS were responsible for the institution when one Head was forced out after only a short time in post and when his successor was killed in a car crash, along with his wife and young son – and the Deputy Head. That car crash provided the opportunity for Matt Arnold and Peter Howarth to take up positions at Bryn Estyn in 1973 and it was then that the place turned into basically a brothel staffed by children.

The Secretary of State for the DHSS June 1970-March 1974 was Sir Keith Joseph. In 1967 Harold Bennett who had been Head of Bryn Estyn for 26 years retired. David Ursell succeeded him. On 15 March 1971 – two months after the DHSS had assumed responsibility for Bryn Estyn – an inquiry was held into a complaint against Ursell concerning his methods of instilling discipline. In 1972 David Ursell was suspended as Head concerning complaints regarding his methods of discipline. Peter Burton was appointed Head of Bryn Estyn. In March 1973, Peter Burton and his Deputy were killed. In May 1973, Matt Arnold took over as Head and in Nov 1973, Arnold appointed his former colleague from Axwell Park Approved School in Gateshead to a position at Bryn Estyn.

Barbara Kahan was Keith Joseph’s adviser throughout these events. In my previous post ‘A Local Boy Made Good?’, I explained how when we were undergrads, Brown and I wrote to Keith Joseph in his capacity as Secretary of State for Education regarding student finance. We wrote separately, yet Joseph sent one – rather unpleasant – reply to both of us, knew that our both of our home addresses were near Bridgwater and seemed to know that we were friends. I have mentioned in previous posts how I have been given evidence that Brown and me were under surveillance by the security services, before I encountered Dafydd and the paedophiles, from my earliest days at UCNW.

It was Keith Joseph who, with Thatch, set up the Centre for Policy Studies.

Bryn Estyn was located in Wales, so of course the Welsh Office would have been the direct layer of management, below the ultimate masters at Westminster. Peter Thomas was Secretary of State for Wales while the events at Bryn Estyn concerning Headmasters were occurring. Thomas was also Chairman of the Tory Party for some of that time. Peter Thomas’s father was a solicitor from Llanrwst.

Peter Higson’s family are from Llanwrst. Higson was a clinical psychologist at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, then the manager of Denbigh, then a regional manager for the mental health services, then the Chief Executive of HIW and now Higson is the Chairman of the Betsi. Higson presides over patient harm and death wherever he is. Higson’s sister Dr Ruth Hussey is the former Chief Medical Officer of Wales.

Peter Thomas became a barrister and was a member of Middle Temple, as was Ronnie Waterhouse. Thomas and Waterhouse both worked on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit. Thomas was Deputy Chairman of the Cheshire Quarter Sessions, 1966-70 and Denbighshire Quarter Sessions, 1968-70. Thomas was the Tory MP for Conwy, 1951-66 and for Hendon South 1970-87. He was Secretary of State for Wales throughout Ted Heath’s time as PM. For more info re Peter Thomas, see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’.

The DHSS and the Welsh Office weren’t the only people helping Dafydd. The police and magistrates did as much as they could to assist him and the paedophiles, rather than their victims.

 

John Croft is an Honorary member of the British Criminological Society and on their website he explains that from approx 1953, he was a member of the forerunner of that Society, the Scientific Group for the Discussion of Delinquency Problems. Croft became a member of the British Criminological Society in approx 1961.

In 2015 Croft wrote a piece for the website of the Centre for Crime and Justice Studies regarding the problems of bridging the gap between research and policy. Croft mentions that when he was Director of the Home Office Research Unit, there was political resistance to acknowledging the bias against ethnic minorities in the criminal justice system. This is true, but at least Croft and others were permitted to voice their concerns regarding this matter. The serious widespread abuse of people in children’s homes, approved schools, borstals, prisons and long stay hospitals was not even acknowledged by people like Croft. Peter Morrison and his mates dropping into Bryn Estyn to have sex with the kids? Never even got a mention. Dafydd preparing young people for the sex industry in his ‘personality disorders unit’ in the North Wales Hospital (see post ‘Include Me Out’)? I don’t remember seeing any references to that, not even in the most radical of publications. I’d never have known myself if I hadn’t have heard all about it from Mary Wynch and if Dafydd hadn’t have been trying to manoeuvre me into that unit himself.

Even films like ‘Scum’ and ‘Scrubbers’ which were considered to be frighteningly frank regarding life in institutions for troubled young people didn’t show staff abusing inmates, they only portrayed volatile, unhappy inmates abusing each other. The 1994 film ‘Sin Bin’ about life in a secure psychiatric hospital was very much more realistic in that it made evident the extreme brutality towards the patients and staff whistleblowers on the part of the Angels, but even ‘Sin Bin’ couldn’t admit that the Top Doctors were facilitating such abuse. Top Docs and clinical psychologists were instead portrayed as naive idiots with no understanding of the realities of dealing with difficult dangerous patients. Sadistic Top Docs shagging the patients themselves? No sign of them.

 

Croft mentioned on the Centre for Crime and Justice Studies website that individual pieces of research rarely led to a direct change in policy, but they can influence the climate of opinion among policy makers as well as practice. Indeed Croft and his colleagues’ main achievement in their endless dishonest research was to convince politicians that places like Bryn Estyn were the proverbial holiday camps for violent terrifying young criminals, rather than repositories for youngsters with multiple vulnerabilities who were being beaten and sexually assaulted by gangs of men who either worked in those institutions or were mates with those who did. Thus the spectacle of Willie Whitelaw wobbling away banging on about short sharp shocks for young thugs when he became Home Secretary. Had Croft et al ever told the truth about what was happening in approved schools and borstals and the sort of young people who were ending up in them, no-one would have been able to claim that hardened teenaged criminals were ‘getting away with it’ in the face of daft pale pink Guardian reading social workers and criminologists.

As Director of the Unit, John Croft inherited about 50 research workers and approx 10 support staff. Before he retired in 1983, Croft was proud that he had managed to get the Unit located in the main Home Office building at Queen Anne’s Gate. So the bent researchers were sitting alongside the bent civil servants and their Ministers then. Croft was obviously following the model of the Welsh Office – all the crooks under the same roof.

The Home Office Research Unit under Croft had a Scottish arm, with a Senior Research Officer based in Edinburgh, P.J. Didcott and also had teams based in Manchester and Edinburgh. At that time, Dafydd’s mate Dr Bob Hobson had just left the Maudsley and had established an outpost of his empire at Manchester University (see post ‘The Mentor’). Dr Tony Francis was based at Manchester with Hobson, Ian Brockington et al in the 1970s, before he joined Dafydd and the gang in north Wales. Once Francis bid Manchester a fond farewell, Ian Brockington was given a Chair at Birmingham University’s Dept of Psychiatry, alongside Professor Robert Bluglass (see post ‘Ian Brockington’s Mischief’), Bluglass being Dafydd’s mate and umbrella (see post ‘Enter Professor Robert Bluglass CBE’).

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It was John Croft’s Unit which was responsible for the launch of the British Crime Survey as well as the 1977 Review of the studies of screen violence and film censorship by Stephen Brody, a Principal Research Officer at the Unit. Brody’s Review was produced when paedophiles’ friend Merlyn Rees was Home Secretary and John Allen in north Wales was busy with his highly profitable side line in child porn starring kids in care.

There’s a few familiar names in Brody’s references, including Stan Cohen, Laurie Taylor and R.D. Hare. Laurie Taylor must have come across branches of the Westminster Paedophile Ring, he is yet another person who, with his CV, could not have missed it (see post ‘My Arse – It’s Tatifilarious’). Laurie’s mate Prof Dick Hobbs’s specialism is in white collar and organised crime; Dick was a friend of Lord K.O. Morgan’s late wife Jane. Lord Ken was VC of Aberystwyth University, 1989-95 and has spent his career surrounded by paedophiles’ friends, whereas Jane was a criminologist who grew up in Wrexham who’s specialism was the child victims of crime (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Laurie’s son Matthew is Blair’s former adviser.

R.D. Hare is the man responsible for the Hare Psychopathy Checklist, which enabled Dafydd and his ilk to spend twenty minutes failing to establish any rapport with someone whom they had unlawfully imprisoned and then by ticking a few simplistic ridiculous categories hey presto, creating a Dangerous Psychiatric Patient. Get Robert Bluglass on the blower please, a ‘second opinion’ is needed, then it’s off to Broadmoor because this particular witness has made a note of a few of the names of those involved in breaking the law on their journey here in the middle of the night. Hare went into business on a grand scale after he devised that Checklist, he started holding weekend courses for a few hundred quid – he held a few in Wales – allowing a variety of ‘professionals’ ie. social workers, Angels, Top Docs, clin psychs and other sundry paedophiles’ friends to acquire ‘training’ in diagnosing psychopaths. One journalist who got wind that something worrying was going on signed up for one of Hare’s courses and wrote a witty expose of how he was now qualified to give people the psychopath test.

It was good of that journo to expose the con, but he might be surprised to know that a great deal of ‘training’ in the field of mental health is just as farcical. The ‘therapist’ who one sees is very likely to be an Angel who has ‘trained’ in CBT or another ‘talking treatment’ over four weekends. The Mindfulness practitioner may have had just as little ‘training’ and they didn’t need any qualifications to get on the course – life experience is just as important! The only qualification that is required is a few hundred quid, Prof Mark Williams has always been quite strict about that. Oh and they don’t accept nutters either. Hergest patient? No, you’re not coming on the training course, it’s ‘not suitable’ for Hergest patients, as Mark’s colleague Judith Soulsby will confirm (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’).

I have yet to meet someone who has failed their course in talking treatments or Mindfulness.

Other names which made an appearance in Stephen Brody’s Review were those of Leicester University academics Prof Jim Halloran and Paul Hartmann, who were those responsible for pushing the boat out in an attempt to prevent Brown from completing his PhD (see post ‘Life In Cold Blood’). Halloran and Hartmann worked at Leicester University during the years when numerous people in that institution concealed the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal, which involved Frank Beck and Greville Janner (see post ‘Gwlad y Menig Gwynion’).

 

The 1974 Home Office Research Unit Report names many people as having conducted research for the Unit, so I’ll just draw attention to a few here. I’ve mentioned that the Eysencks received dosh to carry out work, but two others from the Institute of Psychiatry whose expertise was called upon were Professor T.C.N. Gibbens and Dr J.C. Gunn. Gibbens and Gunn were funded to conduct research on mentally ill people in prison, 1970-75. Top Doctor John Gunn became a very big name in terms of being a friend of Dafydd and the paedophiles and I blogged about him in my post ‘Security, Security’.

Professor Trevor Gibbens was a forensic psychiatrist who died in 1983. Gibbens was the son of a civil servant. Two of his brothers became Top Doctors, but medicine was not Trevor’s first choice as a profession. He was ‘steered’ in that direction by ‘the persuasive powers of Edward Glover and Sir Cyril Burt’ after Gibbens began a degree in history at Emmanuel College, Cambridge. I have not found out why Glover and Burt were so convinced that medicine could not do without Gibbens, but after Glover and Burt twisted Gibbens’s arm, he switched to medicine and subsequently did his clinical training at St Thomas’s Hospital.

Edward Glover was a Top Doctor and psychoanalyst who was close to Welsh psychoanalyst Ernest Jones who knew many of the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales and in Plaid, include Gwynne the lobotomist (see post ‘Feet In Chains’). Glover was co-founder of the Psychopathic Clinic (renamed the Portman Clinic in 1937) and the Institute for the Study and Treatment of Delinquency and co-founder of the British Society of Criminology aka the British Criminological Society.

Cyril Burt was the educational psychologist and geneticist who in the 1970s was accused of research fraud regarding his studies of the hereditary nature of intelligence using twins. Burt was suspected of having made up data and even the identities of the researchers who allegedly carried out the research. Burt’s name has been mud for years and he is viewed as being doubly unsavoury because of his involvement with eugenics and the use of his data to support racial theories of intelligence. However having read quite a lot about Burt’s contemporaries, it is clear that Burt was not the only person making up data, if indeed that is what he did (the matter was never resolved) and a belief in the benefits of eugenics was common throughout much of the 20th century among Top Doctors, scientists and many others. I learned about Burt’s alleged research fraud when I was 17 from a Guardian reading biology teacher who thought that Burt should be burnt at the stake, but a more salient question for me now is why was Burt exposed and his reputation ruined when so many others did rather worse? Very few of these people were kind, compassionate old buffers who wanted to Help The Poor; they were usually privileged, autocratic, arrogant, unpleasant people who saw themselves as very much more superior than the plebs upon whom they literally experimented. Their towering reputations are entirely based on the medals and prizes that they awarded each other and the obituaries written by their friends which stressed their genius.

 

At the outbreak of war in 1939 Trevor Gibbens was at the Maudsley, but as soon as it became possible, he was commissioned in the RAMC. Gibbens was posted abroad with the British Expeditionary Force, but was taken prisoner. He was directed to a prisoner of war camp where his job was to look after Russian prisoners. Gibbens and a friend attempted to escape but were caught. Gibbens was kept in solitary confinement for six weeks and was later transferred to a British POW hospital.

The website of the Royal College of Physicians tells us that ‘there can be no doubt that his experiences as a prisoner of war, and as an escapee, had a profound influence on him and were in no small measure responsible…for the deep, and lifelong sympathy he felt for the underdog. It was in fact the notes he kept of his clinical experiences in the POW hospital, where he had to cope as best he could with prison psychoses, that were to serve later as the basis of his MD thesis.’

OK, so Gibbens – who was one of those who held a senior position at the Maudsley when Dafydd ‘trained’ there, was also someone who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and who conducted dodgy research for the corrupt Home Office – was of course fully in sympathy with those on the streets and was such a whizz academically that notes compiled in a POW camp concerning the poor buggers who disintegrated under those conditions later became an MD thesis. I suspect that thesis was not particularly impressive.

After demobilisation, Gibbens was appointed as registrar at Hammersmith Hospital, where he joined the fraudsters who would do anything at all to make a name for themselves and who were given Chairs after making substantial donations to the hospital (see post ‘Interesting Facts’). There were strong links between Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School and Top Docs in north Wales.

In 1946 Gibbens resumed his training at the Maudsley. In 1948 he was awarded a Nuffield travelling fellowship which allowed him to visit forensic institutions and prisons in the USA. On his return, he was appointed senior lecturer in forensic psychiatry at the Institute of Psychiatry located at the Maudsley. In 1967 Gibbens was appointed to the Chair of Forensic Psychiatry at the Institute. He retired in 1978 and was later appointed Emeritus Professor.

Trevor Gibbens’s ‘major research projects’ included surveys of borstal lads, of cruel parents, of the clients of prostitutes and a study of shoplifting. Gibbens’s colleagues were running paedophile and prostitution rings and removing kids from ‘cruel parents’ in order to traffick them into sex work. Furthermore they were fitting up anyone who complained for criminal offences. When I have time I will read Gibbens’s research, I imagine that it will be quite something.

Gibbens just kept on giving. He was a member of the Streatfield Committee in 1958 and a member of the Royal Commission on Penal Reform, 1964-66. In 1967 Gibbens served as President both of the British Academy of Forensic Sciences and of the International Society of Criminology. He was a member of the Parole Board, 1972-75. He acted as adviser to the World Health Organization, the Probation and After-Care Advisory Board and to the Institute for the Study and Treatment of Delinquency. Gibbens was Vice-Chairman of the Howard League for Penal Reform from 1975.

In 1950, Gibbens married Pat Mullis by whom he had three children: a daughter who qualified as a Top Doctor and two sons.

Gibbens found ‘comfort and relaxation’ with his family in his home in Dulwich – that’s the posh bit within spitting distance of the Maudsley, it’s not as if Gibbens was going to live in the slummy bit nearer to the hospital where the patients tended to reside. Not that Dulwich was sufficient for Gibbens, he later purchased a cottage in the Dordogne. John Allen owned a villa in the south of France to which he took kids in care ‘for holidays’. Dafydd held ‘clinics’ in the south of France.

Trevor Gibbens ‘left his mark on British forensic psychiatry, a mark as indelible, indeed, as the mark he made on the minds and hearts of those of us who were privileged to know him and to learn from him’.

Bless!

Well, Dafydd  – have the lambs stopped screaming?’

Da dafydd – a yw’r ŵyn wedi rhoi’r gorau i sgrechian?’

 

Drs Russell and Rebecca Dobash of Stirling University’s Dept of Sociology were listed in the Home Office’s Research Unit’s Report as carrying out research on ‘violence within the family setting’, 1974-75. Russell and Rebecca Dobash are two Americans who became leading researchers in the field of domestic violence, violence against women and men who murder women, particularly in Scotland. They will know that among the mess, false allegations are made about people by welfare professionals, that other people are sometimes pressurised into backing these false allegations up and that children involved in domestic violence are subjected to yet more abuse and violence on the part of the ‘helping professions’. They will also know that in mental health settings, patients are allowed, or even positively encouraged, to form relationships with other patients who have a history of abusive behaviour without being warned about this.

The Strathclyde University Centre for Law, Crime and Justice, listed Professors Russell and Rebecca Dobash as experts specialising in sexual killers, domestic violence, homicide, violence, gender and justice. The Professors Dobash contributed to the Future Learn course ‘Understanding Violence Against Women’ at the University of Strathclyde.

Russell Dobash received his BA and MA from Arizona State University and his PhD from Washington State University. He started his career at the University of Stirling, Scotland and moved to Cardiff University in 1992. Since 1996 he has been Professor of Criminology at the University of Manchester. He is an internationally recognised expert in the area of domestic violence. Rebecca Dobash is Professor of Social Research in Criminology in the School of Law, Manchester University. After completing her PhD at Washington State University, she went to the University of Stirling, then the University of Cardiff and finally to the University of Manchester.

Rebecca and Russell worked at Cardiff University while Dafydd and the gang wreaked havoc in north Wales and their colleagues at Cardiff University colluded with them. Cardiff University also colluded with organised child abuse in south Wales, including the crimes of George Thomas (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

Rebecca and Russell Dobash have won the World Congress of Victimology Award for Original Research and Publications in the area of Domestic Violence; the American Society of Criminology’s Distinguished Book Award for Comparative Research and the American Criminological Association’s August Vollmer Award; and have been visiting scholars at the University of California, Berkeley, University of Arizona, University of Melbourne and University of Sydney.

Russell and Rebecca have held fellowships and/or research grants from the Carnegie Foundation, the Rockefeller Foundation, the Fulbright Foundation, the Harry Frank Guggenheim Foundation, the ESRC, the Home Office, the Scottish Office and other Gov’t departments and served as research and policy advisers in Britain, Canada, USA, Australia and Sweden.

The volume ‘Women, Violence and Social Change’ by Rebecca and Russell Dobash ‘demonstrates how refuges and shelters stand as the core of the battered women’s movement, providing a basis for pragmatic support, political action and radical renewal. From this base movements in Britain and the United States have challenged the police, courts and social services to provide greater assistance to women. The book provides important evidence on the way social movements can successfully challenge institutions of the State as well as salutatory lessons on the nature of diverted and thwarted struggle’.
Perhaps Russell and Rebecca would like to explain why the Women’s Aid movement across the UK has never spoken out about the distressing experiences that women who suffered domestic violence then suffered at the hands of the mental health system or the ways in which their children were abused and neglected if those children entered the care system. It is often these factors which prevent women leaving abusive relationships. The ‘help’ isn’t actually there is it Russell and Rebecca? Women’s Aid has been very good at highlighting the fact that some men are violent within the home but it has never admitted that it is the abuses of welfare professionals which sometimes keeps women in the situations which Women’s Aid has lapped up so much credit in exposing. But then Women’s Aid is dependent upon Gov’t funding and it won’t be too rude about Gov’t ‘services’.
In Wales, the founder of Women’s Aid was Jane Hutt. Hutt ignored the abuse of children and vulnerable people by the state when she led Women’s Aid, she ignored it in her capacity as a Councillor for South Glamorgan County Council and the Vice-Chair of the Social Services Committee and she completely ignored even when she was Minister for Health and Social Services in the Welsh Gov’t.
In Jan 2009, Russell and Rebecca Dobash wrote the obituary of their friend and former student Kate Cavanagh for ‘The Guardian’, who ‘spent her life trying to understand extreme forms of violence in order to work towards their prevention’. In 1971 Kate enrolled at the University of Stirling, where the Dobashes were lecturers in sociology, newly arrived from the US. Kate stayed on after graduation as a research assistant to help the Dobashes with their studies of ‘battered wives’. After a one-year pilot focusing on recently opened refuges in Edinburgh and Glasgow, which became a part of the newly formed Scottish Women’s Aid, the team were granted further funding. The research collaborations and friendship lasted more than three decades. The Stirling team conducted more than 100 interviews with abused women and examined more than 12,000 police records.

In 1978, Kate joined Leicestershire County Council as an unqualified social worker and over the next eight years obtained a Master’s degree, in social work, from the University of Warwick and a Certificate of Qualification in Social Work. She was also appointed guardian ad litem (in litigation) for Derbyshire, helped establish a voluntary hostel for women with housing needs and became the authority’s first research social worker.

So Kate, a member of the crack team on violence and abuse, worked as a social worker for Leicestershire County Council which was colluding with one of the biggest paedophile rings in the UK at the time. Kate then moved on to work for Derbyshire County Council, which hosted the paedophile ring who not only supplied abusive staff to children’s homes in north Wales, but who’s Director of Social Services was John Jillings, who later led the Jillings Investigation into abuse in Clwyd children’s homes. The Jillings Report was damning, but Jillings pointedly refused to state whether he found evidence of a paedophile ring in north Wales with links to VIPs and/or paedophiles in other parts of the UK (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake…’). Perhaps to men in Leicestershire called Frank Beck and Greville Janner or to a gang of molesters in Derbyshire.

Kate knew nuzzing.

Kate and her partner moved to Edinburgh in 1986 and later joined her old mates at the University of Stirling as a part-time lecturer in social work. Kate also worked with the Dobashes once more, which led to the book ‘Changing Violent Men’ (2000). Kate also completed her PhD with the Dobashes at Stirling in 1998, although in 1993, she joined the University of Glasgow, where she remained for 15 years, first as a lecturer and then as a senior lecturer in social work, before returning to Stirling in 2004 as a senior lecturer in social work.

While Kate was at Glasgow, with the Dobashes, she undertook a study of the murders of children by examination of more than 800 cases of men and women convicted of murder, as well as 200 in-depth interviews with men and women serving life in prison. The resulting publications included ‘Men Who Murder Children Inside and Outside the Family’ (2005), in the ‘British Journal of Social Work’, and ‘The Murder of Children By Fathers in the Context of Child Abuse’ (2007), in ‘Child Abuse and Neglect’. Kate’s ‘efforts to raise public awareness, change public policy and practice and introduce innovations for abused women and their children and for victims of rape, were tireless.’ Although Kate couldn’t quite bring herself to admit the complicity of welfare professionals with these crimes, because let’s face it, ‘Two Ovaries Good, Two Testicles Bad’ sounds good, is nice and simplistic and no-one dares quibble with a Strong Woman who’s Speaking Out About Male Violence. They’re certainly not going to dare mention that sometimes it is the female partner who is violent or of course that domestic violence occurs in some same sex relationships.

 

The Home Office Research Unit funded Professor R. Illsley at the University of Aberdeen’s Dept of Sociology to carry out research into ‘juvenile delinquency and the social control network’, 1972-75. This study investigated the role of social workers with young people in trouble with the law. Raymond Illsley arrived at Aberdeen University in 1951 and was the first Director of the MRC Medical Socioogy Unit there. There is another Prof Raymond Illsley who has recently worked at the University of Bath in the field of health inequalities but the Aberdeen Raymond Illsley was born in 1919, so they cannot be the same person. They might be father and son though…

Raymond Illsley of the Aberdeen MRC Medical Sociology Unit seems to have worked with some real butchers, even by the standards of Top Docs in the 1950s. Illsley was part of Sir Dugald Baird’s Obstetrics and Gynaecology empire, which pursued what was euphemistically described as ‘social reproductive health research’. Sir Dugald gathered together a team which included Top Doctors, midwives, a lady almoner (what would now be called a social worker), a psychologist, a physiologist, a statistician, a dietitian and a nutritionist. Then sociologist Illsley joined the crew. This team was involved in a number of strands of work, but what Sir Dugald was really proud of was their pioneering work in ‘NHS abortions for socio-economic reasons’. This was in the 1950s. Abortion for ‘socio-economic reasons’ was illegal, although no-one stopped Dugald. Neither does Dugald mention the views of his patients when he performed abortions on them for socio-economic reasons. Dugald boasted that he was leading the way, as he performed abortions upon low income patients and sterilised those who already had children. For socio-economic reasons.

Baird ‘saw Aberdeen as a unique opportunity in which to conduct research to establish the factors that contribute to efficient childbearing and the influence of social conditions’. The ‘population was of an appropriate size and a settled nature, which would permit follow up of women and their families and there was a centralised medical service. The relative isolation
of the northeast of Scotland, with the City of Aberdeen as the major administrative centre for a large rural hinterland, facilitated the epidemiological study of a total population.’

I think it was a Dafydd situation – a madman turned loose in a large rural area among a lot of desperate people who had no money. Dugald was so busy performing abortions for socio-economic reasons that word got round that abortion was rife in Aberdeen, indeed many believed that the situation was one of abortion on demand. Of course this wasn’t true, as Dugald and his supporters stressed. After all, it was only poor women who’s babies were aborted and who were being sterilised because they were breeding like rabbits. Lest anyone is in danger of believing that old Dugald was concerned for an over populated planet, a quick perusal of Dugald’s writings confirms that Dugald didn’t have a problem with moneyed women having big families, because that was Different.

Sir Dugald was a Wimmin’s Champ before his time. He was a strong supporter of abortion law reform, he was keen on cervical screening and on promoting ‘family planning’. A lot of people have thought me rather odd when I have shown such cynicism towards the causes which were so close to Dugald’s heart – I have been asked if I am a Roman Catholic or if I am ‘religious’. No, I have just met people like Dugald. The causes pursued by Dugald can, in the right circumstances, be used to help people. But not when Dugald and those like him have their hands on the controls. The worst case scenario is girls in their early teens being prescribed the contraceptive pill to ensure that the men sexually abusing them will not have the bother of a pregnancy, slightly older girls being sterilised without informed consent for the same reason and women being invited for cervical screening appointments by groping Top Doctors who know damn well that there are not enough staff in the labs to read the samples and where so many false positives and negatives are flying around that the screening programme is meaningless. Where have I seen this? North Wales of course, I was well aware of what was going on. So I was interested to receive an e mail from someone a few weeks ago who had witnessed contraceptive pills being prescribed for girls in their early teens who were in the care of Gwynedd Social Services in the 1980s. Girls who were not showing any interest in acquiring a boyfriend as well.

I had come across Sir Dugald Baird before I researched Raymond Illsley. When I was researching Dr Ann Dally, the Top Doc who ended up in such trouble for flogging prescriptions to addicts, I read Dally’s own account of her career. She detailed at some length the numerous illegal abortions that she and her colleagues at Tommy’s performed and made reference to their role model in Aberdeen, Dugald Baird (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).

Baird’s team collaborated with the London-based Social Medicine Research Unit (SMRU) under the directorship of Professor Jerry Morris. Jerry Morris and Richard Titmuss were involved in the initial planning and the research started in 1948.

Jerry Morris was a Scottish epidemiologist who was a lifelong member of the Labour Party until he resigned in old age over the Gulf War. Jerry Morris worked with Brian Abel-Smith, the elitist gay LSE economist who was an NHS adviser to successive Labour Ministers. Abel-Smith was one of those who loved the NHS so much on the grounds of his socialist principles that he remained silent about the poorest members of society whom Abel-Smith knew were being abused, neglected and were dying at the hands of the NHS. But Abel-Smith had his boyfriends, his celebrity friends, his range of Italian gentleman’s clothes which he flogged to pop stars and the reputation of the NHS and the Labour Party to think of, he could not be distracted by trifles such as organised abuse and trafficking. For more info on Abel-Smith, see post ‘The Old Devils’.

Richard Titmuss was the founder of the discipline of Social Administration (now known as Social Policy) and held the founding Chair in the subject at the LSE. Titmuss’s work in the 1950s helped shape the characteristics of Britain’s post-war welfare state. At the LSE Titmuss trained social workers – some of his students are among those we know and love. Titmuss advised Gov’t regarding matters health and social services. He robustly promoted public provision over private and was directly involved in social policy eg. he was Vice-Chairman of the Gov’ts Supplementary Benefits Commission. Titmuss was one of those who did design a welfare state, but much of what they built in to it was profoundly degrading and demeaning for those who were supposed to benefit. I found a short book written by Abel-Smith the other day which details many aspects of welfare provision that exemplifies this. Brian Abel-Smith and Richard Titmuss weren’t on the receiving end of their system.

Titmuss’s wife Kay was a social worker, which says it all really. Their daughter is the feminist sociologist Ann Oakley, who is Professor and Founder-Director of the Social Science Research Unit at the Institute of Education, University of London. Oakley went to Haberdasher Aske’s School for Girls, did her first degree at Somerville College, Oxford and her PhD at Bedford College, London.

 

In 1955, the Aberdeen offshoot of the SMRU (Social Medicine Research Unit) developed into an autonomous unit: ‘…the Medical Research Council created for Dugald Baird the Obstetric Medicine Research Unit. Together with the University and the Health Board, they built a new research floor on the top of the [Aberdeen] Maternity Hospital’. The nutritional and physiological parts of the Obstetric Medicine Research Unit was relocated to Newcastle when Sir Dugald retired in 1965.

Newcastle-upon-Tyne University housed many paedophiles’ friends, some of whom arrived in north Wales to join Dafydd and the gang, such as Dr Neil Davies and Prof Bob Woods (see post ‘The Newcastle-upon-Tyne Connection’). Others such as Lord John Walton provided the most enormous umbrella for Dafydd et al from their stronghold in Newcastle (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’).

If one tried to escape Dugald, one had his wife Lady May to contend with. May, like Dugald, read medicine at Glasgow University. Prominent in her
own right, in 1937 Lady May became a town councillor in Aberdeen for the Labour Party and in 1947 she was appointed as the first Chair of the North Eastern Regional Hospital Board, with which she served until 1960, where she ‘supported’ Dugald’s work. She was also a National Governor of the BBC in Scotland for 4 years. Lady May Baird died in 1983 and Sir Dugald in 1986.

Feature Lady May on ‘Woman’s Hour’, she broke a glass ceiling!

When Raymond Illsley retired in 1984, the MRC Medical Sociology Unit moved to Glasgow, with Sally Macintyre as its new Director.

 

Professor Dame Sally Macintyre read social theory and administration at the University of Durham, graduating in 1970. She then did an MSc in Sociology as Applied to Medicine at Bedford College, London and undertook a part-time PhD while working as a research fellow at Aberdeen University, on the topic of decision-making processes following premarital conception, the degree being awarded in 1976.

From 1975 Macintyre was employed at the MRC Medical Sociology Unit in Aberdeen. She was appointed Director of the Unit in 1983 and moved it to the University of Glasgow in 1984. In 1998 she took on the Directorship of the Chief Scientist Office funded Public Health Research Unit, which merged with the MRC Medical Sociology Unit to become the MRC/CSO Social and Public Health Sciences Unit. Dame Sally retired from the Directorship in 2013 and was succeeded by Professor Laurence Moore. From 2011-14, Macintyre was also Director of the Research Institute for Health and Wellbeing and Prof of Social and Public Health Science at the University of Glasgow.

Sally Macintyre is an advocate for robust approaches and methods for evaluating public health policies and interventions and in doing so has contributed to guidelines for the evaluation of public health policies. So that is why so many interventions and policies have been endorsed and implemented which do not work and sometimes have had disastrous consequences for patients.

Dame Sally is a member of the Human Tissue Authority as well as the Ethics and Governance Council of UK Biobank and has recently completed an eight year term as a member of the MRC. In Feb 2017, Sally was appointed as the first Chair of the Governing Board of the Nuffield Council of Bioethics.

Sally Macintyre is married to Dr Guy Paul Muhlemann, a zoologist who later moved into computing systems management. They live in Glasgow and have an apartment in Chamonix, France. I do hope that place in Chamonix has been robustly evaluated. Now shut up and eat your five a day while Dame Sally gets on with the apres ski.

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One of Raymond Illsley’s team at the Medical Sociology Research Unit in Aberdeen was Janet Askham. Askham graduated from the LSE in 1960 and in 1963 began working for Mark Abrams, the market researcher and social surveyor, at Research Services Ltd. Askham’s early work was on families, relationships, fertility and marriage, her later work being on ageing and patients’ relationships with health professionals. In 1975, Askham published the ‘ground-breaking’ ‘Fertility and Reproduction’ a study of differential fertility among working class families in Aberdeen. Presumably the families who had the highest fertility rates were those who steered well clear of Dugald Baird and Lady May.

In 1980 Janet married the political commentator Byron Criddle.

In retirement Mark Abrams founded the Age Concern Research Unit, where Askham joined him in 1983. In 1986, Askham and Jonathan Barker subsumed the Unit into the new Institute of Gerontology at King’s College, London. 1998, Askham became the Professor of Social Gerontology and Director of the Age Concern Institute of Gerontology at King’s, launching and managing the Masters course. In 2004, Askham relocated to Oxford when she was appointed as the Director of the Picker Institute, where she remained until 2008. Janet led the external team on research on ageing and old age at the DoH and advised on the training and postgrad education of Top Doctors. She was Deputy Chair to the Advisory Committee on Older and Disabled People at Ofcom.

 

A member of Illsley’s wider academic network was Prof Margot Jeffreys, who, we are told in her 1999 obituary in The Indie, was ‘one of the founders of medical sociology’. Jeffreys discussed matters of social class and health with Illsley in the 1950s when she researched health and social services in Buckinghamshire. At one MRC funded meeting in 1956, one sociologist observed that medicine was looking to sociology for a ‘docile wife’ and that sociology would not play ball. Unfortunately people like Margot and Raymond Illsley did. We are told that Margot avoided the ‘doctor bashing label’ that ‘some sociologists’ earned. Indeed Margot was so successful at this, that many believed that Margot served as a ‘doctors moll’. Not that there was a word of truth in such an accusation, just as Dugald Baird didn’t carry out illegal abortions on women who were not as affluent as he and his friends. And when they say no they mean yes.

Margot joined the Communist Part of Great Britain in the 1930s, but left in 1956, with the Soviet invasion of Hungary. She graduated from the LSE in 1938 and her first academic appointment was at Bedford College at the University of London in 1949, researching ‘Mobility in the Labour Market’ (1954). Margot lectured in the Dept of Public Health at the London School of Hygiene and Tropical Medicine, 1953-65, where she taught sociology to Top Doctors. Between 1965-82, Margot worked at Bedford College once more, where she eventually became Director of Social Research.

Bertrand Russell’s son Lord Conrad Russell was an historian who spent much of his career at Bedford College. Bertrand Russell spent his later years living in north Wales, knew about Dafydd and the gang and made use of their services (see post ‘So Who Was Angry About What?’). Margot might have also known some of the members of the Communist Party of Great Britain who rented their second homes in Cwm Croesor in north Wales off Russell’s friend Sir Clough Williams-Ellis, who also all knew about Dafydd et al (see post ‘The Village’).

Following the Todd Report, 1968, (Royal Commission on Medical Education), Jeffreys was invited to develop medical sociology in the London medical schools and she taught the Masters in Medical Sociology from 1969. She later acted as a consultant to the WHO and helped launch an international research programme. Margot worked with GPs and Chaired the 1970 BMA Working Group on Primary Health Care. The DHSS funded her team on primary health care and in 1983 the volume ‘Rethinking General Practice: dilemmas in primary medical care’ was published, which she co-authored with Hessie Sachs. Sachs also published about team work in inner cities between health visitors and social workers. Hessie will have known that the children of poor and dispossessed people were being abused, trafficked into sex work and that many were being sent to children’s homes in north Wales. Margot will have known as well.

After Margot retired in 1982, she continued research into ageing and was appointed visiting Professor at the King’s College Centre for Medicine, Law and Ethics. In Nov 1988, the Royal College of General Practitioners gave Jeffreys an honorary fellowship, while the people trafficking GP from north Wales Dr D.G.E. Wood held senior positions with the Royal College.

Margot may have done the bidding of a bunch of Top Doctors who were doing many disgusting things including illegally aborting babies and sterilising people because they had less money than the Top Doctors did, but Margot did of course have many wonderful qualities. Her obituary explained that her ‘deep belief in equality, liberty and justice guided her life’ and that she was ‘strong, independently minded, generous and loving’. I was greatly relieved to read that although Margot was ‘not a Women’s Liberation kind of feminist, she was particularly helpful to women, conscious of the disadvantages and difficulties we faced’. Thank God for that, we wouldn’t want one of them Women’s Libbers burning her bra when Dugald had his hands full with the unlawful abortions and Wood needed to get on with the business of people trafficking. Presumably Margot showed her feminism to her disadvantaged female colleagues by sympathising over the bother of having to wear one’s girdle when the dratted things are just so uncomfortable.

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The Home Office Research Unit Report informs us that Dr Roger Hood of the Penal Research Unit at Oxford University investigated ‘the definition and explanation of crime’, 1971-76. Roger Hood retired in 2003 and is now Emeritus Professor of Criminology and Emeritus Fellow of All Souls College, Oxford.

Hood did his first degree at the LSE, graduating in 1957, then completed his PhD at Downing College, Cambridge in 1963. He held research posts at the LSE, 1957-63 and was then appointed as lecturer in social administration at Durham University. Hood was Assistant Director of Research and Director of Post-Graduate Studies at the Institute of Criminology, Cambridge, 1967-1973 and Fellow of Clare Hall, Cambridge, 1969-1973. He was Reader in Criminology and Director of the Centre for Criminological
Research (formerly the Penal Research Unit, now the Centre for Criminology), University of Oxford, 1973-2003. From 1996-03, Hood was Professor of Criminology and he was Professorial Fellow of All Souls College, Oxford, 1973-2003; Sub-Warden, 1994-96. He has been a Fellow of the British Academy since 1992.

In addition, Roger Hood has been: Member, Parole Board for England and Wales, 1972-73; Member, Judicial Studies Board for England and Wales, 1979-85; Member Social Science Research Council, Committee on Social Sciences and the Law, 1975-79; Member, Departmental Committee to Review the Parole System, 1987-88; Consultant to the UN on the death penalty, 1988- 2005; President of the British Society of Criminology, 1987-89; Member of the British Foreign Secretary’s Death Penalty Panel, 1999 until disbanded in 2015 and took part in the UK/China Human Rights Dialogues and the UE/China Human Rights Seminars; Consultant to the Great Britain-China Centre Project on ‘Taking Forward the Debate on the Death Penalty in China’ (in collaboration with Beijing Normal University, Centre for Human Rights, NUI Galway and the Max Planck Institute for Foreign and International Criminal Law, Freiburg-im-Breisgau) 2007-09;
Visiting Professor at the University of Virginia Law School, 1980-82, 1984-90 and from 2004-2011; Distinguished Visiting Professor at the University of Hong Kong, 2003-2004; Adjunct (Visiting) Professor, City University of Hong Kong School of Law, 2008-2011;  Guest Professor, College of Criminal Law Science of Beijing Normal University 2007-2012 and Guest Professor, Wuhan University 2008-2011; Consultant to the Death Penalty Project (London) since 2004; Consultant to the Taiwan Alliance to End the Death Penalty (TAEDP); Consultant to the Attorney General of Malaysia’s Committee to Study and Report on the Death Penalty in Malaysia 2014-16;
Member of Scientific Committee formed to advise on the programme for the
World Congress against the Death Penalty, held in Oslo, June 2016; Consultant to the National University of Singapore for a survey of public opinion on the mandatory death penalty, 2016-17.

Since retirement, Prof Hood has given lectures on the death penalty in China, Germany, Hong Kong, India, Japan, Malaysia, Pakistan, USA, Singapore, Slovenia, Spain, Taiwan, Trinidad, Uganda and Vietnam.

Roger Hood became well known as a specialist on the death penalty but in the mid 1960s he carried out work into the lives of borstal boys. Hood will have known about the brutality inflicted upon them and the miscarriages of justice.

Roger soon dispensed with researching the lives of borstal boys, he had his trajectory towards All Souls to think about:

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There is a piece on the internet in response to the question ‘What are formal dinners like at All Souls?’ and the response includes the line ‘Drinks are always excellent, especially reds, from the College’s own cellar and there is a fair amount of drinking (perhaps more than at a regular Formal hall) owing to the advanced age and strong liver of most Fellows’.

 

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Roger’s not really going to be concerning himself too much with the horrors that prevailed within Bryn Estyn is he. Not when there are reds to drink and such fascinating people at High Table.

 

The Home Office Research Unit Report lists Professor H.K. Bevan of the Dept of Law at Hull University as investigating ‘the interpretation by the Courts of the Children and Young Persons Act 1969’, between 1972 and 1974. H.K. Bevan graduated in law from Aberystwyth University in 1949, so he was a contemporary of all those crooked old lawyers who loyally protected Dafydd and the gang for decades. Bevan’s career as an academic lawyer began in Hull in 1950. He subsequently played a critical role in the emergence and development of the Law School at Hull, where he held a Chair for over 20 years. Bevan was called to the Bar at Middle Temple in 1959. He was a JP in Hull for many years and was Chairman of Hull Magistrates Bench, 1967-71. After he retired from Hull, Bevan was awarded an honorary fellowship at Wolfson College, Cambridge.

Hull and the wider Yorkshire region was the location of a paedophile gang and associated police corruption, much of which involved Jimmy Savile, with links to north Wales.

 

Professor Howard Jones of University College Cardiff is listed in the Home Office Research Unit Report as conducting an evaluation of Long Lartin, a maximum security prison, 1973-76 and as also evaluating a Community Training Centre in Gloucester, 1973-74. Howard Jones was Head of the Department of Social Administration at University College, Cardiff, 1969-84. Jones became Professor Emeritus on his retirement.

Howard left school at 14, worked for a glass firm and in local government before joining the YMCA as Deputy Warden to supervise the training of boys in farm work. In tandem with ten years in youth work, casework and residential social work, Jones completed a London degree as an external candidate part-time and went on to take a Diploma in Public Administration and to qualify as a psychiatric social worker, training at the Tavistock, a ‘leading edge place for psychoanalysis and group work’. Howard Jones also did a PhD under Hermann Mannheim at the LSE. Howard’s ‘sense of commitment’ and of ‘doing it my way’ ‘carried with him till the end of his days’.

Not only was the Tavi a hub of paedophiles’ friends, but all psychiatric social workers at that time were complicit with the most enormous Dafydd-like abuses, including the denouncing of people who had been targeted by organised child abusers as mad.

 

Hermann Mannheim, Howard Jones’s PhD supervisor and the father of British criminology, knew a great deal about white collar criminals and in his 1965 volume ‘Comparative Criminology’ he summarised them thus:

The white collar criminal is neither a political offender nor a rebel. He exploits the weaknesses of society rather than rebelling against its iniquities and his interest in the reform of the legal, political and social system is normally confined to changes which might enable him to make more and more money and to get more and more influence in order to exert increasing pressure to obtain his selfish objects.

Hermann Mannheim worked at the LSE from 1935 and in 1946 he was appointed a Professor. Mannheim was sent, at the age of nine, to Tilsit, in East Prussia where he attended the classical Gymnasium for nine years. He then studied law and political science at the Universities of Munich, Freiburg, Strasbourg, and Koenigsberg. Mannheim qualified as a lawyer, barrister and magistrate and served in the German artillery in Russia and in France during WWI. He held an administrative post in local gov’t, 1919-23, serving as legal adviser and as Chairman of industrial courts, industrial disputes tribunals, rent tribunals etc. Mannheim was appointed Privatdozent (roughly equivalent to that of lecturer) in the Law Faculty of the University of Berlin and at the same time became a deputy magistrate in Berlin.

Mannheim was soon appointed a judge, first in the lower courts, then in the superior court – the district court of Berlin – where he presided over a large number of difficult criminal trials in what was the busiest criminal court in Germany. In 1929 Mannheim was made a Professor Extraordinarius at the University and three years later was promoted to be a judge of the Kammergericht in Berlin, the highest court in Prussia.

When Hitler came into power, Mannheim was deprived of his academic post and realising that there could be no future for him as a judge under the Nazis, he retired from the bench.

In Jan 1934 Mannheim emigrated to London. At that time in England, criminology was not a recognised subject in universities and the scientific study of crime and the criminal was in its infancy.

The ideas of the English social reformers, the work of the Probation Service and expedients in the after-care of prisoners appealed to Mannheim and he had made contact with men such as Dr J. J. Mallon, Sir Basil Henriques and Mr H. E. Norman, the then Secretary of the National Association of Probation Officers, as well as with the Institute for the Scientific Study and Treatment of Delinquency in London, which was founded shortly before his arrival.

In 1935 Mannheim was appointed an honorary part-time lecturer in criminology at the LSE. In 1944 he was appointed to a full-time lectureship, and in the same year published the study, Young Offenders, undertaken on behalf of the Home Office and in association with Sir Alexander Carr Saunders, the then Director of the School and Dr E. C. Rhodes.

In 1946 Mannheim was made a Reader in Criminology in the University of London, a position he was to retain until his retirement in 1955. His link with the LSE was preserved through two years of part-time teaching and subsequently through his honorary Directorate of the Criminology Research Unit.

Out of a selected list of some 30 postgrad students supervised by Mannheim in the years between the end of WWII and his retirement from the School and with whom he had remained in contact, nearly half of that number held university appointments, six were directly connected with law and its practice, another six hold senior positions in the administration of social or penal services, while the remainder were engaged actively in social work. In addition, Mannheim also had a long association with the training of probation officers, at the LSE, at the training centre at Rainer House and at the Institute for the Study and Treatment of Delinquency.

It is clear from the Waterhouse Report that not only was the Probation Service as a whole fully complicit with the serious abuse of children in north Wales over many years, but that probation officers were among those abusing children. I described in my post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’ how, contrary to the stereotypes held by many English migrants to north Wales, those staffing and managing Gwynedd County Council and the Social Services during those years when the paedophile gang operated within were not all unqualified people or people who had simply picked up a certificate from Cartrefle College in Wrexham. The more senior people had postgrad qualifications, some of them had studied at elite universities and there were a number of LSE graduates among them. If one looks at the CVs of others who colluded with the child abuse scandals of the 1970s, 80s and 90s, one finds more LSE graduates. One of the north Wales academics who wrote an entirely untruthful sanitised account of the history of psychiatry in north Wales is an LSE graduate. As of course are dear old Jane Hutt and Margaret Hodge. When one takes into account the people who probably knew about north Wales because their close friends definitely did, one finds LSE graduates and staff crawling out of every corner. Such as Ralph Miliband (see post ‘What’s Left? The Politics Of Social Justice’).

Cherie Booth was a student at the LSE in the mid 1970s. Being a Strong Woman, Cherie has in the past discussed matters such as ‘juggling’ (I expect that Cherie multi-tasks as well) and Cherie is of course one half of a Power Couple. What’s the betting that Cherie also enjoys Networking?

Eric Hobsbawm’s daughter Julia is a Professor of Networking at the LSE. Or at least she was, she seems to have moved onto new pastures now, at the Cass Business School and the University of Suffolk. Always ahead of the game, Julia has now moved on from being an expert in networking and is currently an expert on connectedness. Julia founded Julia Hobsbawm Associates in 1992, subsequently Hobsbawm Macaulay Communications. Julia’s business partner was Sarah Macaulay, who later became Sarah Brown when she married Gordon Brown.

I used to wonder how Eric Hobsbawm managed to have such a dipstick of daughter, until I came across information that suggested that Eric Hobsbawm was probably working for MI5. Is there something that Julia is not telling us as she runs around disguised as a fuckwit rubbing noses with some of the most vacuous people on the planet?

Eric Hobsbawm was one of those with a second home at Cwm Croesor who knew about Dafydd and the paedophile gang (see post ‘The Village’). Julia spent much of her youth in Croesor. She didn’t really blend in up there.

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Croesor village, Gwynedd, Wales Stock Photo

Not of course because one cannot wear a scarf surplus to requirements and pretentious glasses in a village in Snowdonia, but because Croesor is mercifully free of people who are multi-tasking, networking, juggling or indeed who are connected.

 

Harmann Mannheim was associated with the Howard League for Penal Reform for over 25 years. He sat on the Executive Committee from 1940 and became a  Vice-President. Mannheim was a Director and a member of the Council and Executive Committee of the Institute for the Study and Treatment of Delinquency. He was also instrumental in founding the Scientific Group for the Discussion of Delinquency Problems (now the British Society of Criminology), was Chairman from 1956-58 and subsequently a Vice-President.

In 1950, along with Dr Edward Glover and Dr Emanuel Miller, Mannheim founded the British Journal of Delinquency (since 1960 called the British Journal of Criminology) and in 1960 the Library of Criminology (now International Library of Criminology.)

Dr Emanuel Miller was one of the first child psychiatrists and was the father of Jonathan Miller, the self-styled polymath who’s talents were called upon to distract attention from Dafydd and the gang when the police investigations began in north Wales.

Mannheim was visiting Professor at the Universities of Oregon and Pennsylvania in 1953 and after WWII lectured in Holland, Norway, Western Germany, USA and Canada. From 1950-55 he was a member of the Council of the International Society of Criminology and for some years was President of the Scientific Commission of that body. For several years Mannheim was a member of the Colonial Secretary’s Advisory Committee on the Treatment of Offenders. He was repeatedly invited to undertake research for the Home Office.

Mannheim’s most famous work included the wartime study of juvenile delinquency and in 1955, jointly with Leslie. T. Wilkins, the first large-scale prediction study carried out in the UK.  In his capacity as Director of Criminological Research of the LSE, Mannheim directed and supervised two investigations on the sentencing policy of the magistrates’ courts and the psychology of the short-term prisoner respectively, carried out on behalf of the Home Office and the Nuffield Foundation.

Mannheim and Leslie T. Wilkins 1955 work ‘Prediction Methods in Borstal Training’ is noted in the Home Office Research Unit Report, as is Leslie Wilkins’ 1960 work, ‘Delinquent Generation’.

Mannheim must have known about the routine neglect and abuse of vulnerable people by welfare professionals, he had fingers in every professional pie, including psychiatry and worked with and taught some of those directly involved with abuse of their patients and clients.

 

Mannheim’s PhD student Howard Jones began academic life as a lecturer in social studies and then a senior lecturer in sociology at Leicester 1953-65, before moving to a Readership at Keele 1965-69, where he began as the only member of staff in a new department and started criminology there.

Howard Jones worked in one of the Depts of Leicester University where staff were concealing the paedophile ring which was established in the area decades ago and he then moved to Keele, which became notorious for employing people embarrassingly close to child abuse scandals. Keele hit the jackpot when it employed Peter Righton, the social work academic who’s work justified sexual relationships between adults and children, which was certainly convenient for Peter Righton because he was a paedophile who was later convicted of child sex offences. Peter Righton was a Gov’t adviser and worked with Barbara Kahan when she was a Gov’t adviser.

After study leave at Berkeley, Howard Jones in 1969 moved to Cardiff as Professor to head the then Department of Social Administration and School of Social Work. He retired in 1984, before the merger of University College Cardiff with UWIST.

Along with many other people in what became Cardiff University, Howard Jones will have known about the abuse of children in care in south Wales, the scale of which became evident after Howard Jones retired. He’ll also have known about the offences of George Thomas (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’) and he probably knew about Ron Davies’s foibles as well (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’). Howard Jones will have known about Dafydd; most of Cardiff University were protecting Dafydd and Dafydd’s colleague Tony Francis trained and worked in Cardiff.

Jones’s obituary noted that ‘in an age when publishing did not receive the obsessional focus it does today, he was an avid communicator’. His books included Reluctant Rebels (Tavistock, 1961); Crime and the Penal System(University Tutorial Press, 1962); Alcoholic Addiction: a Psycho-Social Approach to Abnormal Drinking (Tavistock, 1963), Crime in a Changing Society (Penguin, 1965); Towards a New Social Work (Routledge, 1975); Open Prisons (Routledge, 1977); The Residential Community (Routledge, 1979); Society against Crime: Penal Practice in Modern Britain(Penguin, 1981); Crime, Race and Culture (Wiley, 1981); and Social Welfare in Third World Development (Macmillan, 1990).

The leading light in the Leicestershire Child Abuse Scandal Frank Beck was well thought off by his colleagues. He was so committed to those kids, Frank generated new theories, devised new therapies and was always keen to share his expertise. As was Peter Righton. When brave souls did raise questions about Beck and Righton they were met with a wall of ‘how very dare you?’ Because Beck and Righton were experts. As people kept telling me that Dafydd was. It was patently obvious that Dafydd was an insane old man who didn’t know his arse from his elbow, just as it was obvious that the kids in Frank Beck’s care were terrified of him and that there was nothing ‘therapeutic’ about making boys on the verge of adolescence wear nappies, but it’s incredible what one can get away with if one is a Top Doc or a senior social worker. And it’s a real laugh because if anyone does say ‘bloody hell, look what he’s doing to those kids’, all you have to do is to tell everyone that they are a paedophile or a dangerous mental patient and they will soon find themselves unemployed and a pariah.

Howard Jones also made a significant contribution to probation and social work research and practice. He once told the story of a public talk he gave while he was at Leicester – where else? – which included a spoof on how the rabid ‘hang-em-and-flog-em’ brigade would deal with criminals. A reporter walked in during this sequence, having missed the contextual prefatory remarks, and he quoted this purple passage verbatim in the local press. A furious Howard – ‘and he could be a match for Sir Alex Ferguson’s ‘hairdryer technique’ when roused’ – phoned the editor to complain, but the editor refused to issue a retraction or apology, since Howard had indeed uttered the quoted words.  Howard ‘ruefully remembered the damage this press report did to his reputation with local practitioners’.

I’m tempted to suggest that Howard Jones got off lightly if people merely mistook him for the sort of Sir Herbert Gussett who writes letters to the Torygraph from the family seat at Barking-in-the-Marshes, I think that Howard might have been rather more dangerous than that.

Howard ‘had the good fortune not be cluttered by the range of literature available today’ – thank goodness that Howard didn’t have to bother with that, he just churned out his own literature – and ‘he had a direct style and an ability to think and dictate/write in whole paragraphs or chapters’. His first book, Reluctant Rebels, arose out of his work with ‘maladjusted children’ (a term he used without the inverted commas) and addressed the extent to which group therapy could provide them with a sense of security and some insight into their problems. He stressed the importance of treating kids as individuals rather than labelling them as ‘yobs’… The regimes in the school he studied had some positive results, which were dispassionately reviewed in his book, but the school was closed down by the Ministry of Education because its results were not unambiguous enough to fit its evaluation metrics. The date – not 2008, but 1961’.

So that school with the positive results which Howard reviewed dispassionately must have been in a very parlous state indeed, schools didn’t tend to get closed in 1961. What could have been happening there?

Howard’s book ‘Society Against Crime’ was an edited collection of articles by Cardiff criminology and social work staff, aimed at increasing the profile of Howard’s department. I’m familiar with that technique, it doesn’t always lead to high quality outputs.

Howard may not have been supping the reds at High Table in All Souls along with Roger Hood, but he certainly enjoyed himself. As well as sabbaticals with his family visiting adventurous spots such as Papua New Guinea, he ‘played an influential role in developing probation and alternatives to prisons’ in the Caribbean, especially Barbados, Guyana and, to a lesser extent, Jamaica.  A five year project funded by what is now DFID brought some Guyanese to Cardiff to carry out their PhDs and sent to a member of the Howard’s contingent to Guyana.

How the hell did Howard, a state bureaucrat from Cardiff, wangle a sabbatical – with his family – to Papua New Guinea?? Do they have social work teams and therapists in Papua New Guinea?

Papua New Guinea, as visited by Julia Hobsbawm:

Croesor village, Gwynedd, Wales Stock Photo

 

Howard’s last book before retirement, Crime, Race and Culture, explored differences in crime rates between Guyanese of Indian and African origin and tried to account for them in cultural and employment terms. Howard would have known all about that having worked among the paedophiles of Leicester and then the accessories to George Thomas and Ron Davies in Cardiff University.

Howard was kept busy with building up and then managing a ‘quite fractious department of overwhelmingly junior staff’ – could that have been because Howard ensured that no-one ever received promotion? – the majority being social work/probation lecturers; the next largest group being social policy (who distanced themselves from both him and criminology); plus two criminologists other than him.   Most of the social work staff saw themselves primarily as ‘trainers of professionals’. Professionals who would go out and join the world of abusers or find themselves ruthlessly frozen out.

Howard Jones ‘was intellectually and personally sharp in debate’ during the ‘sometimes vitriolic staff meetings and treated some staff like the (far from) ‘reluctant rebels’ of his first book’.  Howard also had to ‘manage some cohorts of social work students who were keen to hone their skills in the culture of complaint’.

Howard’s dept sounds a nightmare. Everyone at war, the students horrified at what they were seeing and probably trying to blow the whistle on abuse of clients as well, only to be dismissed by Howard as vexatious complainants. No wonder Howard Jones did so well for himself in the world of the person-centred professions who care.

Howard ‘was fearless and could be quite outspoken in private and public settings (including with the Home Office), and – though bull-like in his determination to achieve those objectives he thought right – had no temperament for the sustained delicate interdepartmental and governmental alliance-building that might have enabled him to bring to fruition the Welsh Institute for Social Policy or police-funded lectureship he sought to get in the first half of the 1980s.’

So Howard Jones was obnoxious, so obnoxious that even tame people refused to give him resources to expand his dept.

In the early 80s, Howard ‘imaginatively hosted four lectures by leading Chief Constables’ and when he took his regular study leave in the Caribbean, one of his colleagues, Professor Michael Levi, took over from him on ‘an interesting project on police-public relationships in Devon & Cornwall and Greater Manchester’.

Michael Levi will have learned a great deal. In the early 1980s, Greater Manchester Police was riddled with corruption (see post ‘Top Of The Cops’) and were led by the notorious Chief Constable James Anderton, 1976-91. Who had an obsession with prostitutes and poofs but was very much more relaxed about violent, corrupt police officers, as was demonstrated by the conduct of the police towards the students who dared protest when Leon Brittan visited Manchester University on 1 March 1985. The students had the living daylights beaten out of them, in public, on camera and two who made complaint were subjected to such extreme threats that one of them went into hiding on mainland Europe. The other was a female medical student who found herself being confronted by plain clothes officers when she was working in a hospital on placement who threatened her with violence and told her that they’d have a go at any Top Docs who tried to defend her. The corrupt plods needn’t have worried, no Top Docs came to her assistance.

Down in Devon and Cornwall, the Chief Constable, 1973-82, was at the other end of the spectrum, John Alderson, who pioneered community policing. Alderson was appointed a Fellow Commoner of Corpus Christi College, Cambridge and of the Cambridge Institute of Criminology in 1982 and he was a research fellow at Nuffield College, Oxford, 1982-83. Alderson was Visiting Professor of Police Studies at the University of Strathclyde, 1983-89 and a research fellow at the Institute of Police and Criminological Studies at the University of Portsmouth, 1994-2000. He returned to Australia in 1987 as Australian Commonwealth Fellow with the Australian Government.

John Alderson was fully aware of the scale of serious crime and police corruption in some regions of the UK, because earlier in his career he had served in Yorkshire and had been a senior officer in the Met. Alderson was frequently told that community policing might work in the west country where there was no serious crime, but it wouldn’t work in Greater Manchester. Neither did police corruption, but no-one mentioned that. Not that John Alderson didn’t have serious crime on his patch. In the way that Croesor was plagued by Dafydd, the west country had Jeremy Thorpe and his associates and the person who tried to murder Norman Scott. James Alderson didn’t just know about Jeremy as a result of his role as Chief Constable, Alderson will have known Jeremy personally, because Alderson was active in the Liberal Party and in 1983 unsuccessfully contested the Devon seat of Teignbridge. John Alderson served as a consultant on human rights to the Council of Europe from 1981 and was a member of the BBC General Advisory Council from 1971-78. He also served on the Committee of the Royal Humane Society, 1973-81 and was President of the Royal Life-Saving Society, 1974-78.

One of Alderson’s volumes was entitled ‘Principled Policing’. I doubt that’s what Norman Scott felt was prevailing as his desperate pleas for help in the face of Thorpe’s escalating unpleasantness were ignored.

 

Departmental duties at Cardiff left Howard Jones ‘with insufficient time to engage in personal fieldwork in the UK’ so ‘some of his writings lacked the ethnographic base of immersion in the field that would have given them more lasting power’. He always found time for a quick jaunt to Papua or the Caribbean though.

 

The Home Office Research Unit Report certainly looked kindly upon people from the Cambridge Institute of Criminology when they asked the Unit for money. The Report stated that the Unit was funding the Cambridge Study in Delinquency Development, led by Dr D.J. West, which was running between 1961-76, as well as an investigation into sentencing policy by the Court of Appeal, led by D.A. Thomas, 1963-76, as well as another investigation led by D.A. Thomas into maximum penalties, that study having been carried out during 1973-74.

The Unit also funded someone else from the Cambridge Institute of Criminology who later became very well-known, to investigate perceptions of crime and attitudes to criminal justice, 1971-74 – Dr R.F. Sparks.

 

Richard Sparks is Professor of Criminology at the University of Edinburgh. From 2014-17 Sparks was Head of the School of Law at Edinburgh and from 2006-16 he was a founding Co-Director of the Scottish Centre for Crime and Justice Research. He was Professor of Criminology at Keele University and in his early career also worked at the Open University as well as at the University of Cambridge Institute of Criminology.

Richard Sparks has carried out a lot of work with Ian Loader, Professor of Criminology at Oxford University and Fellow of All Souls College. I briefly met Ian Loader about 11 years ago. The Oxford University Amnesty International branch had invited a French social theorist, one of Pierre Bourdieu’s former students, to give a lecture at Oxford, so I went over to Oxford to attend the lecture. Ian Loader had organised the event. A few days later I told a friend who used to work as a criminologist at Oxford that I had met Ian Loader and they rolled their eyes, told me that he was a very ruthless man and that him organising a lecture by a old French radical was the pinnacle of irony, but then Ian would do anything to advance himself. I’d never heard this person be even mildly rude about anyone before, so I was a bit surprised. At that time, a close friend of mine was working at Oxford, but they weren’t a criminologist. So image my surprise when they too had heard of Ian Loader and told me that the ‘new Professor of Criminology’ was doing some pretty terrible things to people.

I know no more about Ian Loader, except that one casualty works in Wales. This is what Oxford University tells people about Ian Loader:

Ian arrived in Oxford in July 2005 having previously taught at Keele University and the University of Edinburgh, from where he also obtained his PhD in 1993. He is a Fellow of the Royal Society for the Arts. Professor Loader was a member of the Commission on English Prisons Today from 2007-2009, and now Chairs the Research Advisory Group of the Howard League for Penal Reform. He has, since 2006, been co-convener, with the Police Foundation, of the Oxford Policing Policy Forum. From 2011-2013 he was a member of the Independent Commission on the Future of Policing and part of the editorial team which produced the Commission’s Report. Ian is an Associate Fellow of the IPPR (The IPPR is the think tank set up by the Windbag which serves as a job creation scheme for the children of New Labour big wigs who believe that it is their destiny to become PM. I mean ‘who are ready to serve’).

 

Long ago and far away, Richard Sparks learned at the knee of Sir Anthony Edward Bottoms. Yes, that is his name, a splendidly appropriate name for one of the big beasts in criminology who absolutely must know about the sordid practices in swathes of the welfare state and criminal justice system but who won’t be mentioning any of it. Anthony Bottoms is Emeritus Wolfson Professor of Criminology, University of Cambridge and a life fellow at Fitzwilliam College, having previously been a Wolfson Professor of Criminology at Cambridge, 1984-06. Bottoms was the Director of the Institute of Criminology, University of Cambridge, 1984-98. Until Dec 2007, Bottoms was a Professor of Criminology jointly at the Universities of Cambridge and Sheffield.

Bottoms was educated at Eltham College and then read law at Corpus Christie College, Oxford. Bottoms subsequently became a student on the first ever full-time postgraduate course in criminology in the UK, at Cambridge in 1961-2. After a short period as a probation officer, Bottoms returned to Cambridge as a research assistant to F.H. McClintock in a study focused on institutional training for young adult males.

So Bottoms is someone who spent years dining at High Table, but who many moons ago worked as a probation officer when scores of people working in that role were abusing and molesting their clients or keeping quiet when other people did.

Readers who are sufficiently nerdy to remember my previous posts will notice that much of the action in terms of people being favoured by a Home Office Research Unit during the years when the Home Office was actively concealing serious crime and the abuse of youngsters took place in Cambridge. Of course Cambridge by its nature will have hosted some influential people during the 1970s, but there was one person in particular who played a leading light in Cambridge life at that time – Baroness Jean Trumpington aka Trumpers. Thatch gave Trumpers a peerage for doing bugger all and then someone was foolish enough to give Trumpers a job as a junior Health Minister. Trumpers repaid the kindness by appointing Jimmy Savile to the task force responsible for managing Broadmoor, although after Jimmy pegged out and the media began reporting what he had done in reality rather than simply maintaining that he worked as a hospital porter pushing beds along corridors, Trumpers let Edwina Currie take the blame. Edwina wasn’t exactly innocent, she knew that Trumpers had done the dirty deed and did not raise any objections, but Trumpers was the Brains behind it (see post ‘Socio-Political Context Of The North Wales Mental Health Services In The 1980s’).

Trumpers’s crowning achievement before Thatch gave her a peerage was becoming Mayor of Cambridge. Trumpers had a great many fingers in a great many pies in Cambridge. She was ‘involved with’ single mothers, teenaged delinquents (so how did you get to know Savile then Trumpers?), the insane who didn’t know what was good for them, the NHS and Addenbrookes Hospital, the Social Services Committee and the Leys School, where her husband was Headmaster. Trumpers had been a magistrate but was obliged to resign for reasons which do not add up. I suspect that Trumpers hasn’t been entirely honest regarding the reasons for her departure from the bench.

Trumpers was also mates with Lord Rab Butler, who was Master of Trinity College, Cambridge from 1956-77. Butler had previously held numerous Gov’t positions over a period of many years, including that of Home Secretary, 1957-62, under Harold Macmillan. When Butler was Home Secretary, he established the Home Office Research Unit, which subsequently funded so much research at Cambridge University.

Bring up another red from the cellar, one of our mates is Home Secretary.

Butler was Chairman of the Conservative Party, 1959-61. Butler was Home Secretary and Party Chairman when it was all going off down at Cliveden, with Lord Astor, Jack Profumo, the teenaged call girls, the Russian spies and the unidentified members of the Royal Family (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Trumpers used to stay at Cliveden at the time and her mate Sally Norton was Bill Astor’s first wife.

Anything to declare Trumpers?

Rab Butler was particularly concerned with education and legislation concerning the insane.

 

As if Trumpers’s presence in Cambridge wasn’t enough to blight the place, Tuppence and the fragrant Lady Mary Archer were cluttering up the city as well and they certainly weren’t ones for keeping themselves to themselves (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’).

Anyone for Krug and Shepherd’s Pie? Tuppence is in the slammer for perjury, but rules are there for him to break, so the Home Office has kindly agreed to let him out to hold his parties. Don’t mention Monica, the prostitute whom Tuppence paid to leave the country, who unfortunately died as a result of a car crash shortly before she was due to give evidence at Tuppence’s trial.

 

The Home Office Research Unit Report states that Sir Anthony Bottoms’s former boss, F.H. McClintock, who at the time was based at Edinburgh University’s Dept of Criminology, led research investigating the Scottish Parole System, 1973-75; the institutional treatment of young offenders, 1971-75; children’s hearings and the work of social workers in relation to children in trouble with the law, 1971-74.

Frederick Hemming McClintock was, from 1960, Assistant Director of Research at the University of Cambridge, Institute of Criminology and was Dean of the Faculty of Law, 1982-85. McClintock was a council member of the Scottish Association for Victim Support Schemes (SAVSS), and was a member of the Perks Committee on Criminal Statistics.

McClintock died in 1994 and his obituary for the Indie was written by one Anthony Bottoms.

Bottoms stated that McClintock, who was Professor of Criminology, Edinburgh University 1974-94, began life as an orphan but was fortunate to be fostered by a loving Unitarian couple in South London. He was educated at Colfe’s Grammar School and the LSE. Immediately after graduation, McClintock was recommended by Morris Ginsberg, the sociologist and philosopher, to Leon Radzinowicz, who was then seeking a research officer for the fledgling Department of Criminal Science at Cambridge. McClintock remained at Cambridge for 25 years, first in the Dept of Criminal Science and from 1960 as one of the founding staff members of the new Institute of Criminology, the first major interdisciplinary department of criminology to be established in a British university.

McClintock’s research was mainly the analysis of crime patterns (including studies of sexual offences, violent crimes, robbery and an overview of all crime in England and Wales) and the evaluation of treatment programmes for offenders (including studies of probation, attendance centres and borstal training).

McClintock was twice Acting Director of the Cambridge Institute of Criminology (1962-63 and 1972-73). He was elected a founding Fellow of Churchill College in 1962.

In 1974 McClintock moved to the newly created Chair of Criminology at Edinburgh University. He persuaded the University in 1983 to create the Centre for Criminology and the Social and Philosophical Study of Law, of which he was twice the Director, 1983-86, 1989-92. McClintock was also elected Dean of the Faculty of Law, 1982-85.

One can imagine Bottoms’s eyes misting over as he wrote that obituary, explaining that ‘Other personal memories that his death have brought to mind include watching him interview Borstal boys with a very real empathy, based on his own disadvantaged background; and joining him and his wife, Franca, on summer outings with their large and boisterous family. Derick McClintock was, emphatically, not one of those social scientists who have forgotten how to be human.’

McClintock was born an orphan, but he was adopted into a good family. If he did emphasise with the borstal boys, he never got round to detailing the horrors that the staff of the borstals as well as other people were inflicting upon them, even if McClintock was not one of the bastards of social science.

 

At Cambridge, Bottoms worked at the new Institute of Criminology under the guidance of Sir Leon Radzinowicz, who was the founding Director of the Institute. Radzinowicz was born in Lodz, Poland and studied law at the Universities of Paris and Geneva. He then studied for a doctorate at the University of Cracow. During this time, he spent a year studying under Enrico Ferri at the Institute of Criminology in Rome. Radzinowicz moved to England in 1938, having been granted funding by the Polish Ministry of Justice to study the English legal system, ‘took refuge’ in the Law Dept at Cambridge University when he realised what Hitler was doing in Europe and remained at Cambridge for the rest of his life.

Radzinowicz was Director of the Department of Criminal Science, University of Cambridge, 1949-59. In 1959, he founded the Cambridge Institute of Criminology and in the same year Radzinowicz became the first Wolfson Professor of Criminology. Radzinowicz became a fellow of Trinity College Cambridge, fellow of the British Academy and was a member of the Athenaeum. The Athenaeum is the club of choice for academics and Top Doctors. Jimmy Savile joined after being introduced by Cardinal Basil Hume. Radzinowicz also liked hanging out at Brown’s Hotel over tea and toasted teacakes.

Radzinowicz’s obituary provides a considerable amount of information regarding the state of criminology in the UK when these intellectual giants were building their reputations and their empires. We are told that: ‘Criminology in England had, until the arrival of these emigrés [Hermann Mannheim and Radzinowicz], been a minority interest of the medical profession. It was seen as having little relevance to penal policy and less to forensic aspects of criminal justice.

Mannheim, at the LSE became the “father” of modern English criminology. Without his teaching in the 40s and 50s, the present generation of academic criminologists would not exist. But he was a proud man who never entirely abandoned the formalities of his youth, when he had been a Prussian officer and judge; he lacked the social skills to give the subject the public legitimacy crucial to its survival; he upset so many people that he was never to have the professorial accolade.

In 1957, the Conservative home secretary, RA Butler, approached London University about establishing an institute of criminology; Mannheim was not even consulted. At a private lunch given by the Vice-Chancellor, the Principal, Douglas Logan, dismissed Mannheim’s claims in a single sentence, but praised Radzinowicz, whom he knew well as a fellow Fellow of Trinity. The lunch was attended by the under secretary of state at the Home Office and the Secretary of the Royal Commission on Capital Punishment, on which Radzinowicz had served. 

Many in London believed that the whole thing had been a stitch-up and the man with the needle was Logan. It will never be possible to know why the Vice-Chancellor did not acknowledge, let alone reply, to Butler’s letter until prompted by the Home Secretary’s private office. Did Radzy know what was going on behind the academic arras? It seems inconceivable that he did not, but the Old Fox, another of his nicknames, would have been far too wily to have left the least incriminating scent.

Mannheim wasted a disproportionate amount of energy in his retirement expressing his hatred of the “upstart Pole”; this degenerated into such an obsession that any former pupil who visited Cambridge was re-categorised as an “unperson”. By 1959 the Institute was established in Cambridge. Radzinowicz became the first Professor of Criminology in Britain and some of Her Majesty’s judges began to accept invitations to contribute to the institute’s seminars.

Radzinowicz had carved a niche in the Law Faculty and, by 1948, he had his fellowship at Trinity. By 1949, he was appointed a member of the Gowers Commission on capital punishment’.

With regard to Radzy’s prolific output, the obituarist tells us that ‘Not that they were the result of only one man’s labour down the years. Radzy’s enemies have ascribed to his various co-workers the greater part of particular volumes. For all that his mind ranged the horizons of the subject quick as a falcon’s eye, his individual writings were probably not outstanding.

His membership of the Gowers Commission stood him in good stead, for he made friends in the Home Office and in the shadows of the political establishment. Trinity and the Athenaeum came in handy for such things and lesser, and younger, mortals got the toasted teacakes. He was never short of money.

In 1966, there was a major scandal following the escape of the Soviet spy George Blake, who had just been sentenced to 42 years’ imprisonment. The Labour Home Secretary, Roy Jenkins, appointed Earl Mountbatten to report. Radzy’s seat on the Advisory Council on the penal system led to his becoming Chairman of the sub-committee that considered Mountbatten’s proposals for maximum security prisons in 1967-8. He came out in favour not of Mountbatten’s idea of a concentration of high risk prisoners in one place but of the preferred Home Office option of dispersal.

Mountbatten was furious, which must have troubled Radzy, since he was totally sycophantic about royalty; the history of the dispersal policy has been the unmitigated failure its critics predicted. Perhaps, knowing the tide, he judged it better not to go against it. Yet, from his introduction to a book by Richard Sparks in 1971, he clearly saw what was happening in the English prison system and made few bones about it.

In 1986, he spoke at a reception in Lincoln’s Inn to mark the publication of the final volume of his History (the Conservative Home Secretary [Douglas Hurd] was the principal guest) and his asides made little secret of contempt in which he held Thatcherite social policies and the mess of British society, never mind its prisons. By this time, he lived in Philadelphia.

His knighthood came in 1970. At last he could feel on equal terms with those senior civil servants whom he had assiduously cultivated down the years, although his heart had been set on a peerage. He was not to be presented in their Lordships’ house, but his retirement dinner was unforgettable.

For many years, Cambridge held regular conferences on criminology and these had become feudal gatherings at which fealty was paid to a liege lord; except that a number of young squires had begun to have their own show, what was to be the York deviancy symposium.

In the paranoid climate of British universities, Radzy was genuinely fearful of the activities of these leftist critics of orthodox criminology and the establishment. Unfortunately, quite a few of them were at his retirement dinner during a conference. Congratulatory messages were read out like wedding telegrams while Radzy, surrounded by the senior home civil service…As he rose to speak, some young squires made an ostentatious exit, but it was not his style to notice such things.

He was not always good at human relations but there was, in his retirement, a mellowness about him. Some thought it stemmed from guilt, long overdue, for the appalling way in which he had treated junior colleagues.

Carel Weight’s portrait of him as a young man conveyed through the eyes a fierce, almost vulpine, impression of a man who knew what he wanted and how to get it. He would have been at home in the courts of Renaissance Italy. It was not in his nature to be a tyrant, for he had too much humanity; he was just uncommonly ill-tempered, especially when he thought that he had been thwarted, when his behaviour degenerated to the level of any departmental bully. He despised weakness in others and respected those with the courage to stand up to his tantrums.

In old age, Radzy was forgiving, even to Mannheim, in a generous tribute in the Dictionary of National Biography; Mannheim would never have done the same for him. Those of us whom he described in his account of the events of 1957 as “still young, but gifted and enthusiastic… eager to leave a mark on the future development of the discipline” had a lot to put up with in the years of his ascendancy.

So if one was being beaten and raped in Bryn Estyn or had been banged up in prison as the result of a corrupt deal between a gang of paedophiles and their mates in high places, it was this group of selfish, warring, complete bastards who spent their time conducting personal vendettas against each other, or getting pissed at High Table and in the Athenaeum while beating a path to a knighthood, upon whom you had to depend to report upon the conditions of the institution in which you were incarcerated or whether the criminal justice system and law were working as they should.

My how things haven’t changed.

In 1968 Anthony Bottoms was appointed by Sheffield University’s Faculty of Law as that University’s first dedicated Lecturer in Criminology. Bottoms became Sheffield’s first Professor of Criminology in 1976. Bottoms did his PhD at Sheffield, but I’m not sure when – he may have completed it while he was working as a lecturer there. In 1984 Bottoms returned to Cambridge as Wolfson Professor of Criminology (a post he held until 2006) and as Director of the Institute of Criminology (1984-98). Bottoms returned to the University of Sheffield as a part-time Professor, 2002-07, holding this position conjointly with his Cambridge post.  Bottoms has been a Fellow of the British Academy since 1997.

Bottoms was a member of the Home Office’s Research and Advisory Group on the Long-term Prison System, 1984-90 and on three occasions acted as a Specialist Adviser to the House of Commons N Ireland Affairs Committee for its inquiries on prison-related matters, 1998; 2003-4; 2007. He was appointed by the Scottish Gov’t to write a report on the structure and content of criminological research in Scotland and this report led directly to the establishment in 2005 of the inter-university Scottish Centre for Crime and Justice Research.

Bottoms has collaborated with, supervised, or taught, a number of other notable criminologists, including David Garland, Alison Liebling, Richard Sparks, John Pratt and Mike Nellis.

In 2001 Bottoms picked up his knighthood. There was a glut of honours dispensed in 2001, the year after the publication of the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Report, as the immediate fury regarding such an obvious rigged scam had dissipated a little bit. I have no idea whether Bottoms’s K was given in that spirit, it wouldn’t surprise me if it was, Bottoms must have a mountain of shit on a great many people.

In April 2018 Bottoms and his colleague Dr Jo Parsons conducted a Review on behalf of the Sentencing Council regarding how the Council can best exercise its statutory functions.

Someone who had spent years at Bangor University sought refuge at the Cambridge Institute of Criminology in 2003 – Professor Roy King. I didn’t know Roy King, he had departed from Bangor by the time that I began working as a social scientist there, but he hadn’t long gone and the memories of Roy King were still raw. I heard a great deal about Roy King. Not from members of staff, I suspect that he was such a nasty piece of work that no-one dared speak of him, but swathes of students past and present and a few retired staff were frank in their opinion that he was the most unpleasant, vindictive, bullying, unscrupulous man that Bangor had ever entertained. Which is quite some accolade. I wondered for a long time why such evil should exist within a criminology team at Bangor until the penny dropped. It’s the paedophiles’ friends again. I met students past and present who’s projects and theses had involved them interviewing sex offenders, visiting bail hostels, liaising with the Probation Service, the mental health services and the social services. The heart of those who had facilitated the trafficking ring. Some of those students seemed to have been put in danger in terms of being left alone with potentially dangerous offenders and I marvelled at how some of the work had ever found its way past an ethics committee.

It did clarify a mystery that I came across in 2002 though. During the weeks when I was in the Hergest Unit in that year – just before the paedophiles’ friends had yet another go at imprisoning me on the basis of their perjury – I noticed that not only had the wards at the Hergest Unit become even more dangerous and not only were the staff even more abusive and neglectful, but that there were hardly any qualified permanent staff there. None of the staff would tell the patients their full names, neither would they wear their identity badges and they simply referred to each other as ‘nurses’. They weren’t, there were hardly any qualified nurses there, virtually all staff were nursing assistants, who were casual labour hired from the nursing bank. I watched carefully and I noticed that on a number of occasions, there was not one qualified nurse on duty. Which is of course unlawful. Assaults on patients by staff were occurring, threats and aggression towards the patients from staff were routine and I sustained injuries as a result of an assault by four Angels. I was prevented from reporting the matter to the police, I was repeatedly lied to and one member of staff external to the ward who was most concerned at what was happening on that ward, Taliesin Ward, was banned by the NW Wales NHS Trust authorities from contacting me and threatened with dismissal if he did so. See my post ‘Who Is In Need Of Restraining? for some of the details. Another patient told me that he witnessed a female patient sexually assaulted by male staff in the guise of ‘restraint’.

I am no stranger to abusive Top Docs and Angels, but one thing really surprised me, which was that one of the bank ‘nurses’ witnessing the thuggery and assisting in preventing me as well as other patients from reporting assaults on us by staff was it transpired a postgraduate student from Bangor University. In my experience, students from Bangor were usually among those being threatened and harassed by the mental health services. I then discovered that this young woman was doing an MSc in Criminology no less. With a Professor Roy King.

Perhaps Kate Madden would now like to tell the world why she regularly worked shifts on a locked ward in the Hergest Unit and stood by saying nothing as she witnessed patients threatened, assaulted, injured, refused visitors and indeed all contact with the outside world until they had agreed to drop their complaints against staff. Oh and Kate – why did you disconnect the ward phone when I tried to telephone a friend to tell them that I had just been violently assaulted by four staff and I was now injured and was being prevented from reporting the matter to the police? Then there was the statement that you subsequently gave to the police after Alun Davies et al conspired to have me jailed. It wasn’t true and the case against me collapsed. Ah – the other patient who had been assaulted by the staff on your watch Kate. The young Muslim man who sat on the floor crying ‘please don’t hurt me again?’

MSc in Criminology??? Where exactly were your ethics during the time that you worked at the Hergest Unit? By the way Kate, look at some of the inspection reports for the Hergest while you were employed there as a hired thug. Patients were dying. I understand that there had even been deaths on the ward. Then there was the elderly lady who set fire to herself ON THE WARD. How exactly did these things happen Kate? Would you now like to belatedly make a statement about what you witnessed Bethan Roberts, Sian Ruth Lloyd, Dave Wood and Michelle Shaw doing to patients? Why did so many female patients wake up to find ‘nurse’ Dave Wood in their bedrooms with them, alone, with no good reason, in the middle of the night? Er – four of us at least had that experience and complained didn’t we? Only to be told that we had assaulted staff and would now be charged. The witnesses to the assaults being Wood and his colleagues.

Another one of Roy King’s postgrads was the vile Dr Denise Baker-McClearns. Who spent years doing everything she could to intimidate me when she was one of my neighbours, then moved on to intimidating other people. Denise made allegations that a local man had molested her daughter. There was no evidence, the offence was said to have taken place years previously, but at least it split the man’s marriage up and made his alcohol problem a lot worse. The mental health services then housed him next to a pub in Bethesda. What happened? He was found dead of course, what else was the outcome going to be. I obviously escaped lightly, Denise only told everyone that I was a danger to their children. God forbid what she’d have said if I’d been in possession of a penis, I’d have been in prison years ago.

Denise was married to a children’s social worker on Anglesey. That’s the Anglesey which had a major problem with the social workers facilitating the abuse of the kids.

Denise had a career in the people business as well. She worked in mental health! Denise – after a great struggle because she isn’t the sharpest knife in the drawer – finished a degree in psychology at Bangor University, did whatever it was that she did with Roy King and then decided that she would help the mad. She was sacked from at least two jobs after she was deemed to be a danger to vulnerable people (imagine how I laughed when I heard about that, if only the poor sod who died after being on the receiving end of Denise had survived to know that as well) and then bagged a job with the Gov’t adviser, leading Top Doc, Manchester University’s Louis Appleby, as a member of his team carrying out the National Confidential Inquiry Into Suicide and Homicide By People With Mental Illness. Denise departed from Appleby’s team under a huge cloud as well and then rocked up at Warwick University’s Dept of Primary Care, where she was sacked within months. Denise then embarked on a new career as a food blogger and a manager of a cafe for the homeless/needy.

Louis didn’t raise the alarm and get Denise removed from circulation then.

Louis might be interested to know that I was told recently that the dreadful Denise was yet another gift to me and Brown from the security services. I can understand why the security services might have wanted a mole near Roy King and Louis Appleby, but not only did Denise cause me far more grief than she caused them, but she obviously wasn’t in the least bit effective, because Roy King bagged a Chair at Cambridge and Appleby has been appointed to more and more Gov’t roles and positions of responsibility.

Note to MI5: If I ensure that I always sport red lipstick as warning plumage, talk with a cockney accent and say fuck even more than I do at present, cheat, lie, steal and harass people so badly that they move house to get away from me, would you pay me whatever you were paying the toxic cow Denise? If you employ me, I’ll actually get rid of the trash for you, unlike Denise who simply joined them.

Another member of Roy King’s merry band was Preet Nijar, ‘lecturer in criminology’. Preet sported red lipstick as warning plumage as well. Preet Nijar was so excruciatingly embarrassing that Bangor University were spending good money on lawyers in an attempt to try and work out how they could get rid of her without the University disappearing in a mushroom cloud. My info re Preet came from students, because the legal nightmare which was Preet was far too hot for the staff to touch. Not all the criminology students were like Kate Madden or Denise Baker-McClearns, lots of them were great and I knew a number of them very well. It was they who filled me in on the extraordinary excesses of Preet Nijar.

Preet Nijar had managed to have a same sex relationship with one of her postgrads. Except that Preet was at the same time in a heterosexual relationship with another criminologist, but not one who worked at Bangor. For added excitement, at some point the relationship involved all three of them. As far as that goes, it’s their own business. Except that for some reason Preet and the man involved fell out with the postgrad and things got nasty. The postgrad began legal action against the University, alleging lack of duty of care. Nijar denied any improper behaviour and denounced the postgrad as mad and a liar. The postgrad then produced photos of all three of them in bed together. The University was left to pick up the crap. Nijar refused to resign and called on the assistance of the union to keep her in her job. Nijar’s male partner then arrived on University premises and told the postgrad to shut her mouth or he’d shut it for her. The Professor of Sociology was left to deal with this thug in order to protect students. Then Nijar and her partner managed to manipulate a few people into believing that they’d been mistreated by Bangor University, so those people began circulating rumours blaming innocent parties for the now unholy mess.

It went on for years and the last that I heard, Preet Nijar still held some sort of post at Bangor but they’d stopped paying her a salary.

So to all those who marvelled at the saga involving Preet Nijar and blamed the senior sociologists for the mess – no, it wasn’t their fault. Nijar and her partner were nuts and nasty, Roy King positively attracted such poisonous people and then departed for Cambridge, leaving Bangor to pick up the pieces in the face of a corrupt union rep who knew damn well that Nijar should have been dismissed on multiple grounds.

I think we do need to ask exactly what criteria the Cambridge Institute of Criminology are using to appoint senior academics…

There was another academic who had formerly worked at Bangor who, like Roy King, had never been forgotten on account of his alleged backstabbing, cheating and one upmanship, Ralph Fevre. Ralph Fevre left for dear old Cardiff, the former home of Howard Jones and Mark Drakeford. Ralph is now Professor of Social Sciences at Cardiff University. Ralph recently wrote a blog about bullying in the workplace and the need to value individuals! Some of Ralph’s former colleagues would I imagine be entertained by that blog, but then Cardiff University might have something to say to Ralph if he wrote a blog about how to behave like a total scumbag and bag a Chair at Cardiff. By the way Ralph, do you remember when I wrote that book proposal years ago and one of your mates recommended that I should send it to you in your capacity as the commissioning editor of the series? And you never replied? So weeks later I wrote to you again and it was a case of ooh dear, I forgot about your proposal and now the deadline’s gone! Ah well never mind Ralph, I was told that you were a cheating bastard who had done it deliberately because Cardiff didn’t want anything high quality coming out of early career researchers at Bangor. Fortunately University of Wales Press were sufficiently impressed that they offered me a contract anyway and they subsequently published my book outside of the series which you ensured only included volumes written by your mates or people working at Cardiff.

 

The Home Office Research Unit Report lists work with offenders in areas of the UK where it is now acknowledged that there were paedophile gangs in operation at the time of the research. T.F. Marshall investigated criminal subcultures in an unidentified town in central Lancashire, 1973-74. Dr M.S. Folkhard studied the treatment of offenders in terms of probation aftercare, borstal and homeless aftercare in London, Sheffield, Dorset, Liverpool and Staffordshire, 1971-77. Rob Evans, who was the senior manager in Gwynedd Social Services who presided over the abuse of both children and mental health patients in the 1980s and 90s had previously been a team leader in Dorset (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).

Folkhard also investigated Community Service Orders, 1972-74, in Durham, Kent, south west Lancashire, inner London and Nottingham. Furthermore Folkhard researched Day Training Centres in Glamorgan, Liverpool, inner London and Sheffield, 1972-75.

While Folkhard was doing that, George Thomas and others were busy in Glamorgan.

Folkhard and colleagues in 1966 had produced ‘Probation Research – A Report’ for the Home Office Research Unit

The Home Office Research Unit funded work on the influence of narcotics on crime for the Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs, to be presented at a conference of the Council of Europe, Strasbourg in Nov 1974. The Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs was packed to the rafters with paedophiles’ friends. In 1972, Sir Philip Myers, who was the Chief Constable of North Wales, 1974-82, sat on the Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs. Myers’s Drug Squad officers were endemically corrupt, they were facilitating the large scale dealing of Class A drugs whilst planting such drugs on hippies and students who were blowing dope or indeed on anyone else whom they wanted to fit up. Myers also knew all about the paedophile ring and ignored it, except for to prosecute the victims and witnesses if they complained. After Myers retired he became an HM inspector of Constabulary. Read more about Myers’s eccentric ways in my post ‘Top Of The Cops’.

 

Professor R.A. Parker of Bristol University’s Dept of Social Work and Administration was funded by the Home Office Research Unit to research the operation of Part I of the Children and Young Persons Act 1974 between 1971 and 1974. Bristol University hosted a collection of people who assisted Dafydd and the gang and both D.G.E. Wood and Lord David Hunt were alumni of Bristol. Wood was part of the trafficking ring and Hunt spent years at the Welsh Office concealing their crimes.

 

Other people and studies listed in the Home Office Research Unit Report as having been funded by them included:

Dr W.H. Hammond – Studies of Criminal Histories, 1962-74.

Dr C. Banks and Stephen Brody – Survey of the Male Prison Population, 1971-74.

C.P. Nuttall – carried out a number of parole studies between 1968 and 1974.

Joy Mott – studies on the Boys in Approved Schools and the use of opiates in prisons and psychiatric hospitals.

Elizabeth Field, W.H. Hammond and Prof J. Tizard, ‘Thirteen Year Old Boys in Approved Schools in 1962’, published in 1971.

A New Zealander, Jack Tizard spent most of his professional life in England where, as a psychologist, he worked ‘at the boundaries of psychology, medicine, education and the social sciences’. His work on alternatives to institutional care in the 1950s and 60s ‘underpinned the subsequent development of ‘ordinary life’ models for children and adults with intellectual disabilities’. Tizard’s approach was ‘characterised by a commitment to using high research standards to address important social problems, ensuring through his extensive advisory activities that the results of research were available to practitioners and policy-makers’.

The University of Kent has The Tizard Centre, named in honour of the great man, concerned with learning disabilities and community care.

Helen Sylvia Anthony published ‘Depression, Psychopathic Personality and Attempted Suicide in a Borstal Sample’ in 1973. I think the very title of that work tells us all we need to know, it will have been manna from heaven to the paedophiles and their friends.

Nancy Goodman – Sentencing of Women, 1972-74; long term follow up of borstal girls, 1973-74.

The Home Office’s Research Unit Report also listed Nancy Goodman and Jean Price’s 1967 Study of Female Offenders.

Funds were made available to the Runnymede Trust, 1973-74, to conduct ‘An Analysis of the Coloured Population of Great Britain’. A great many paedophiles’ friends found themselves magnetically attracted to the Runnymede Trust (see previous posts).

 

So that is the story of how a Home Secretary in 1957 is still influencing policy today.

‘Da Dafydd – a yw’r ŵyn wedi rhoi’r gorau i sgrechian?’

 

I have received an e mail from someone who has sent me information concerning Top Doctor Anthony Baker who some time ago found himself in hot water regarding his misconduct but was of course allowed to carry on practising by the GMC. I did know about Anthony Baker, furthermore he was one of the advisers who were involved with the seminars held after the Waterhouse Inquiry, at which Waterhouse’s recommendations and their implementation were discussed. My reader commented that she found it worrying that there were so many perverts around. I’m not sure that there are. The generation of dreadful old politicians who were damaged beyond belief in brutal boys boarding schools and spent their adult lives molesting children has just about died out. The problem now is the hordes of people who knew about them or crimes relating to them who remained silent and continue to remain silent. The consequences of the Westminster Paedophile Ring and Dafydd et al are running down through generations, as so many people are acutely aware that they only bagged their current job/peerage by keeping quiet and toadying.

So here’s another person, a Top Doctor, who was never obnoxious or abusive himself, but who remained silent in the face of those who were. Dr Webb, a GP latterly of Cricieth Health Centre. In 2005, after my lawyer demonstrated that I had been threatened, assaulted and injured by mental health staff and that they had perjured themselves, the NW Wales NHS Trust were unable to continue their denials in the face of documentary evidence and witness testimonies. Their answer was to flatly refuse me all NHS treatment, to threaten me with arrest if I entered Trust properties and to refuse to make any alternative arrangements for me.

I had recently registered with Dr Webb, who seemed very pleasant, admitted that the mental health services left much to be desired but didn’t believe that I had been refused all NHS treatment. So he kindly, in front of me, rang up the NW Wales NHS Trust to reassure me that I had ‘misunderstood’. Medwyn Williams, the newly appointed manager of the Hergest Unit, confirmed to Dr Webb that I had indeed been refused all NHS treatment on the orders of the Trust CEO and Chair. Medwyn finished the phone call by telling Dr Webb that ‘mistakes were made but we’ll never treat her again’. After the phone call, Dr Webb looked a bit nonplussed and said ‘its not very good really is it’. No, it was disgusting and completely illegal. Medwyn then sent Dr Webb a letter in which he confirmed the contents of the phone call. I saw the letter but didn’t keep a copy. I have been told that the legal ramifications were such that Dr Webb threw the letter away.

I don’t think that Dr Webb works at Cricieth anymore. Wherever he now is, could he please come forward and admit that the legacy of a paedophile gang resulted in me being unlawfully denied all NHS secondary care and that this was endorsed at the highest level – by Dr Brian Gibbons, the Welsh Gov’ts Health Minister, who also refused to investigate my complaints.

When Medwyn Williams held that phone call with Dr Webb, the NW Wales NHS Trust had the highest suicide rate for women of any area in England and Wales except for Camden. Patients were suing and writing to the Secretary of State for Wales such was the chaos. The Hergest Unit had virtually imploded and Medwyn Williams had been recently appointed after Alun Davies got up and left in a hurry when he realised that there were too many deaths to explain away. Medwyn Williams did not stay long as manager of the Hergest Unit. He had a nervous breakdown.

These are the consequences of serious organised crime. It needs dealing with.

 

I’ve been so busy on the blog that I haven’t kept up with the news in detail, but I do know that the Independent Inquiry Into Child Sexual Abuse have been guilty of a massive data breach and made public the names and other personal details of hundreds of victims. They have been clobbered with a huge fine and have apologised for breaching people’s privacy. They’ve done rather worse than that. They’ve put the lives of all those people in danger. No-one seems to get this. We are not talking about sad men with arrested psycho-sexual development lurking on street corners. The phenomenon that IICSA is charged with investigating involved organised gangs of criminals with corrupt Top Docs, social workers, police officers, lawyers and judges on their payroll and they murdered witnesses. Please, just stop the IISCA now. Most of those who offered to give evidence have walked away in despair at the fuckwittery, the Chair is a former social worker who presided over the abuse of children herself and now they’ve put the lives of hundreds of witnesses in even greater danger. Just stop. You are idiots, you were the ones who caused the problem in the first place, you really do not have the answers. You might as well install Dafydd as the Chair.

 

I did see a little bit about Cliff, who I think has won a big damages settlement against the BBC. There has been much sobbing from Cliff and his celeb friends at the trauma of it all, in contrast to the media who are seething at the thought that they cannot name people accused of sex offences before they have been tried.

Cliff, the BBC shouldn’t have done it, people are innocent until proven guilty and the whole stunt was obviously designed to embarrass you. However you were in your other house in Portugal at the time and I’m not sure that the tomfoolery of the BBC on that morning was really so traumatic for you and your friends that it was worth a few hundred grand in compensation. No-one seems to really believe the allegations against you, you obviously have lots of good mates around you which is what matters at such times. It’s not as though you’re going to be subjected to vigilante attacks or you are going to lose your job.

As for the media, do you think that you might have brought this on yourselves? Your behaviour has been so bad, just so bad – the worst examples that I can think of at the moment are the treatment of Charlotte Church’s mum, Milly Dowler’s mum and dad and Max Mosley – that people are no longer sympathetic to the reptiles as ‘Private Eye’ always called them demanding their right to hurl poison at whoever they want. Did any of you ever name Savile? No. You had the evidence, but you absolutely did not name him. Instead you continued to run ingratiating stories about his charidee work. You turned your fire on Charlotte Church’s mum and two people who’s daughter had been murdered. Neither did any of you publish anything about what was happening to me and others in north Wales. We weren’t fantasists, there were witnesses and I’ve got 10,000 documents. I know at least one other person in north Wales who’s lawyer extracted a similar number of documents from his records over a period of nearly 30 yrs and as with mine, there is written evidence of wrongdoing on nearly every page. Some of the same signatures and even the same phrases appear on the records of both of us.

For what it’s worth, the consequences for most people – particularly men accused of sex offences – of being named in relation to crimes are usually so negative that I think that people probably should be granted anonymity until they are found guilty. The MO of the paedophile gang in north Wales was to drag anyone who complained through the courts on serious charges in the knowledge that the damage to their reputations would be such that even if they were found not guilty, they were stuffed anyway. Naming innocent people was a Godsend to Dafydd. Was Dafydd ever named? Not until I began this blog, no he wasn’t. Never. Not once. But scores of people who had complained about him or his associates were, some of whom died in prison before their cases were ever heard.

My solicitor in Bangor told me years ago that the magistrates considered that the offenders appearing in the local press was an even more effective punishment than the sentences that the Court imposed. It was certainly enough to stop most people daring to complain about Dafydd et al. Again and again, I was told ‘he knows things about me and he’ll tell people’. I was warned myself that he’d do that to me. Indeed Dafydd and his associates did, repeatedly. Confidentiality was broken again and again and even better than that, Dafydd et al just made things up as they went along. Indeed Judge Huw Daniel made things up about me in Court and they were subsequently published in the local paper as fact. Cliff doesn’t live in Bangor and work as a teacher, so Cliff being named n shamed when nothing has been proved against him is not going to cause much harm, but other people aren’t so well insulated as Cliff.

10,000 documents everyone. Detailing the most serious crime on the part of professional people in senior positions from right across the UK over a period of decades. But you did not want to know.

The irony is that it was Fran Unsworth whom the BBC wheeled out to talk to the media following Cliff’s victory. Fran appeared on this blog a while ago. She is someone who knew about the crimes detailed on this blog but who never breathed a word.

As for the problem of people keeping quiet to protect their friends: I do not have one scrap of evidence that Cliff Richard has ever broken any law in his life. But Cliff has spoken openly of his close friendship with Cilla. Cilla spoke openly of her friendship with Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain. Geoffrey Chamberlain definitely was someone who spent years concealing a paedophile ring in north Wales and a paedophile ring in south London, of which at least one of his friends and colleagues was a member. Cilla was a private patient at St George’s Hospital Medical School. The secretary with only the most basic qualifications and education who dealt with the private patients – who’s salary was paid for by the NHS – was a very rich woman. Inexplicably rich, as were her young adult children.

 

Cry, The Beloved Country

Previous posts have mentioned that Sir Ronald Waterhouse, who carried out the mother of all cover-ups when he Chaired the Waterhouse Inquiry, was a personal friend of many of those who were responsible for facilitating and concealing the abuse of children in care in north Wales that he was supposed to be investigating. I knew that Waterhouse grew up in north Wales and practised as a barrister and then sat as a judge on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit for decades but the depths of Waterhouse’s corruption and the sheer number of his personal links with those involved with the abuse of children was not apparent to me until I read his autobiography ‘Child Of Another Century’. Ronnie’s autobiography is little more than a long list of the names of corrupt lawyers, politicians and others and an account of the fiddles that they, along with Ronnie, performed to convict innocent people or ensure that the guilty got off.

Ronnie Waterhouse was the networker’s networker – I could never do justice to Ronnie’s toadying skills on this blog, but I will write some posts drawing attention to the highlights. From his earliest years, Ronnie was acutely aware of whom it was worth ingratiating oneself to. North Waleians like Sir Ronnie Waterhouse and Sir William Mars-Jones who became London based lawyers and High Court judges are portrayed in the London-based media as country bumpkins of enormous talent who were socially mobile on account of their essential wonderfulness. Whilst it is true that the Waterhouses and Mars-Jones’s of the world were not as privileged as many of the people with whom they worked in later life, they were born into a group of people who constituted an elite in north Wales.

When Waterhouse and Mars-Jones were growing up, their families were almost as posh as you could get in north Wales. There was a small number of land owning gentry, but the socio-economic composition of north Wales was rather different to England and a lot of English people did not understand this when they wrote about the bumpkin Ronnie or ‘farmer’s son’ William Mars-Jones. There was a certain amount of resentment towards Waterhouse and Mars-Jones’s class in north Wales – they are frequently referred to as the ‘Liberal Nonconformist elite’. They were a group of people who gained dominance in the 19th century and produced many of the movers and shakers of 20th century north Wales. It was felt by many that they literally ruled north Wales and they really did piss some people off. Whilst there were many people among them who involved themselves with radical causes – most famously of course pacifism – they were at the same time a profoundly socially conservative group of people. They didn’t identify as politically Conservative, but they had many similarities to the rural Conservatives in the West Country with whom I was very familiar when I was growing up.

It was this group of people in north Wales who packed the County Councils, the magistrates benches, the health authorities, the social services committees etc. Whilst I believe that not all of them knew of the extent of the abuse of children and mental health patients in north Wales, some of them undoubtedly knew exactly what was going on and ensured that it continued. I was told many years ago – by someone who, like me, wondered how many people knew exactly how serious Dafydd Alun Jones’s crimes were – that Dafydd had ‘duped’ a lot of people from the Welsh middle classes with his anecdotes of a childhood of praying in Welsh and learning Bible verses.

When I witnessed Jones doing this I used to piss myself laughing and wonder how anyone could ever be taken in by such an old ham, but then I thought well, if you are 70 and in chapel and you have not witnessed what Dafydd does and says when he thinks that certain people are not watching, perhaps you would think that he was a kindly old rather eccentric doctor from a previous era. However by the time that the Waterhouse Inquiry was happening, the Jones-related anecdotes flying around north Wales were so florid and so numerous that I don’t think many people could really have claimed to have honestly believed that there was not a problem. The prevailing situation by then was that Dafydd and a number of utterly corrupt people around him had led north Wales into crime so serious that no-one could afford to admit what had gone on. As the wife of Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council, told me, Ron told everyone that what had happened was so serious and so indefensible that none of them must ever say a word about any of it or they’d all be in prison. They’re still adhering to Ron’s instructions.

To be fair to many people, by the time that Waterhouse was Chairing that Inquiry, a lot of people were simply far too frightened to challenge Dafydd and the paedophiles. They knew damn well that dissenters found that their careers would be wrecked, that people would be bankrupted and that in cases of where someone would not shut up, they were found dead. North Wales: it’s called serious organised crime and it involves gangsters. They are not very nice people and I can understand how terrified you were. However it is the inevitable consequence when a whole region spends decades toadying to some deeply unsavoury people on the grounds that they know Uncle Goronwy or they’re in the same chapel or that those telling tales of abuse and serious crime are only kids in care or psychiatric patients so the best way of dealing with the problem is to pretend that it doesn’t exist.

I can feel quite sorry for paedophiles on the grounds that their sexual development has gone seriously wrong and that there is no help for them even when they beg for it – which some of them do. The people whom I will never forgive are the Ronnie Waterhouses of the world. The indulged, entitled, privileged offspring of a region where so many had so little and who spent a lifetime grovelling to the Mr Bigs of England, supping and dining at the Savoy on a regular basis, professing their love of the common man back in north Wales whilst the children of the common man were battered, abused, trafficked to provide sexual services to some sadly inadequate people and stitched up and imprisoned if they complained. Lest people accuse me of aiming a kick at the chapel goers of north Wales who are always an easy target, I hasten to add that the Neil Kinnocks and Ron Davies’s of south Wales – the alleged working class sons of toil – are just as guilty. They knew what was going on as well and concealed it. The Kinnocks’ troughing outdid Ronnie Waterhouse’s. Then there’s the swathes of pompous Top Doctors, the daft little Angels, social workers, the corrupt plods, etc. Not many people come out of this smelling of roses.

 

Many people assisted in propelling Ronnie Waterhouse into high society when he was young, but one name stands out – Sir William Mars-Jones, Ronnie’s pupil master. As mentioned in previous posts, William Mars-Jones was from Denbighshire and became a big name in London legal circles, yet retained his links to north Wales. Mars-Jones was the Big Mate who was wheeled out when Dafydd and the paedophiles met serious resistance from someone whom they couldn’t just swat in the usual way. Mars-Jones was very, very influential in legal circles. When he was older he was the stereotype of a batty old homophobic conservative judge, but as a young man Mars-Jones was active in the Labour Party, as was Ronnie.

I read Adam Mars-Jones’s memoir of his father a few days ago and I realised from Adam’s book just what a powerful figure Mars-Jones was. I got the distinct impression from Adam’s book that Adam was under no illusions about his father or the role that he played in concealing the barrel of crap in north Wales and I kept wondering why Adam didn’t write the sort of book that Dominic Carman did and expose just how malevolent his father was. Then I came to the bit when Adam mentioned that on the completion of the draft of one of his novels in which Adam had mentioned one of his father’s legal cases, the publisher – Faber – handed the draft to the libel lawyer Peter Carter-Ruck to read. Carter-Ruck was a close friend of William Mars-Jones. Faber told Adam that if the draft was published, both Faber and Adam would be sued for seditious libel. Just in case Faber and Adam dared go ahead, it was made clear that as a bonus, all of Faber’s big name authors would take their business elsewhere.

‘We’re the paedophiles’ friends and you can’t touch us.’

Adam Mars-Jones is a novelist who did not inherit money. He needs his publishers and cannot publish what his father and his father’s friends and colleagues did. I am not a famous novelist. Dafydd and the paedophiles have already wrecked my life and career several times over anyway and I witnessed at first hand what they did. The name of Adam’s aunt is actually on the highly incriminating documents in my possession. As they say in north Wales Adam – dim problem. You might not be able to publish but I can. I have 10,000 incriminating documents that even Peter Carter-Fuck can’t argue with.

Readers who follow the comments section of this blog will have noticed that on a recent post about the Mars-Jones’s, someone left a comment stating that Adam was alleged to have been a visitor to the children’s homes in north Wales. I have no idea whether he was or not, but it’s worth mentioning here that I too visited institutions which were the sites of serious abuse – I was friends with those within and was keeping an eye open… Adam Mars-Jones had a partner who died of an HIV related condition and he also worked as a buddy for the Terence Higgins Trust. I mentioned in my posts ‘Apocalypse Now’ that a lot of the rent boys who died of AIDS in the 1980s had been residents of children’s homes in north Wales who were trafficked to London. It is highly likely that Adam worked with some of those young men and realised where a lot of them had spent their youth. Perhaps he began popping into children’s homes in north Wales to find out what the hell was going on. With a surname like his, the people running those homes would never have suspected that Adam would have had a shred of sympathy with the residents or any interest in the dreadful things that were happening to them…

I mentioned in my post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’ that confidential information about me and others who had dared complain about Dafydd and the paedophiles was being CC’d to a Mrs D. Mars-Jones, who I presumed was Mrs David Mars-Jones. David Mars-Jones was, as confirmed by Adam’s book, William Mars-Jones’s younger brother. David Mars-Jones’s wife was called Dilys. Yes, it was definitely her then. I presume that Dilys Mars-Jones was a member of Clwyd Health Authority – although Dafydd and the paedophiles were so bloody lawless that she may not even have been that.

Adam’s book mentions that William Mars-Jones used to stay with David and Dilys when he went to north Wales. David was a Freemason which William thought was questionable. Adam noted that David interpreted this as William not understanding how business was conducted in the country – I’m sure that William Mars-Jones knew just what the Freemasons of north Wales got up to, or at least some of them. Adam observes that the Garrick played the same role in his father’s life that the Freemasons did in David’s. Yes – and when a dissenting voice couldn’t be controlled by the Freemasons (for example if the dissenting voice was a social worker who was a whistleblower or an angry older lady with a brain or, perish the thought, a Bangor student who pissed herself laughing at a mad old psychiatrist’s efforts to chat her up and his subsequent threats), help from the Garrick was enlisted…

Adam saw the Mars-Jones’s of north Wales as his backward looking country cousins, but they really were quite something in the region. William Mars-Jones’s father was a farmer and owned and ran the local PO and shop – his father before him had been Chairman of Denbighshire County Council. From the information given in Adam’s book there was not just one farm between the extended family, there were several – Adam mentions two aunties who each possessed a farm whom it was believed were relieved of their property in the 1970s by David’s ‘sharp practice’ and who ended up living in Colwyn Bay. Adam explicitly states that William believed David’s business deals and acquisition of wealth to have been questionable. Adam also mentions that for some reason an Eddy Batty from Liverpool had a share in David’s farm.

Adam summed up the difference between his uncle and his father by saying that David wanted honours and William wanted cash. People from north Wales who desire honours have ended up doing some pretty disgusting things for some pretty disgusting people and a High Court judge in need of money with a brother in that position might find himself severely compromised.

I mentioned in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ that David Mars-Jones was High Sheriff of Clwyd in 1989. Adam mentions that David had been Mayor of Colwyn Bay.

Colwyn Bay was a hub of corruption in north Wales. The North Wales Police HQ was there and Chief Constable Sir Philip Meyers had built a personal ‘office’ at his home where business was conducted – at the time the force was notoriously corrupt (see post ‘Top Of The Cops’). The Gwynfa adolescent psychiatric unit where the most dreadful abuse of children occurred was located at Colwyn Bay. The Angel in charge was a former North Wales Hospital Denbigh nurse, Nigel Mannering Berry – he lived in Colwyn Bay and was a leading light in the Colwyn Bay Masonic Hall (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’). Professor Robert Owen who concealed the crimes of Dafydd and the paedophiles lived in Colwyn Bay and received inappropriate telephone calls and mail from inappropriate people regarding NHS business at his home address (see post ‘In Memoriam – Professor Robert Owen’). Huw Vaughan Thomas – the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, 1991-96, as the paedophile gang raged within its children’s homes and who some years previously had spent six years as Chief Executive of Denbighshire County Council – lived at Colwyn Bay (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’) with his wife, Enid Rowlands, who was involved in NHS governance (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’). Of course Gordon Anglesea, the senior police officer who was imprisoned for sex offences against children in care in north Wales, lived and worked at Colwyn Bay. David Jones MP, who spent years working as a solicitor in north Wales watching in silence as Dafydd and the paedophiles stitched up the innocent, ended up in Colwyn Bay (see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’) – David Jones is also a Freemason. Many, many more paedophiles’ friends were out at Colwyn Bay with them. It was a hot spot.

Adam mentions an Aunty Mary – Mary Cobley – who lived in Denbigh and David’s two daughters Jenny and Eleri.

Adam also talks about a holiday home that his father owned at Rhosneigr on Anglesey, the purchase of which David had assisted back in the 1960s. Rhosneigr is a popular second home destination and in recent years it has become very expensive. By north Wales standards Rhosneigr is a big village but it is still small enough for regular long term second homers to have known each other.

Someone else whose parents had a second home at Rhosneigr – and who inherited it from them – was Duncan Orme, who studied biochemistry at UCNW in the 1980s. Duncan took a sabbatical year as the Welfare Officer in the UCNW Students’ Union. It was Duncan to whom I made representation about Gwynne the lobotomist in the early summer of 1984. Duncan admitted that there was a major problem with Gwynne and tried to persuade me to drop my complaint. When I refused, Duncan crapped himself and fled (see post ‘Just A Language Divide?’). Duncan went into NHS management and ended up as Financial Director for one of the very troubled NHS authorities in England.

Duncan Orme knew that three students had attempted suicide after encountering Gwynne the lobotomist. At least. Duncan will have known of much more as well.

An excellent foundation for a career in the NHS Duncan! You ignore patient harm related to crime whilst playing at being a student politician, you get a Third and then fail your accountancy exams – of course you will become Financial Director of an NHS Authority! Because you kept your mouth shut about a bloody paedophile gang.

Sir William Mars-Jones was President of UCNW, 1982-95. Which spanned quite a few of the lobotomist and paedophile years – and the term of Duncan’s office as Welfare Officer and the first part of Duncan’s NHS career.

Duncan when you were at university, you were widely regarded as a bit of a wally, not very bright and a bit inadequate. You have now been outed as an amoral ally of the Westminster Paedophile Ring. You epitomise everything that is wrong with the NHS. I have never forgotten the time that you told me how much you enjoyed your days at Millfield School and that no matter what politics you were forced to proclaim at university, you would buy your own kids the best education that you could possibly afford. Having known two people who escaped to Millfield from the shite comprehensives of Bridgwater and who had very much happier teenage years as a result I didn’t recoil in horror at your hypocrisy because I had knew parents who watched their kids attempt suicide and took the view that this could not continue. But you knowingly assisted a paedophile gang who murdered their victims. That is a whole order of magnitude of difference from a parent who is desperately trying to stop their 12 year old from topping themselves.

I bet that you don’t use the NHS do you Duncan.

I have just popped over to Linked In and found Duncan’s latest. He’s told a porkie – he states that he was Welfare Officer in 1986. I’m fairly sure that it was 1984 – because I consulted Duncan within weeks of encountering Gwynne the lobotomist, which was in 1984. Duncan’s Linked In however does tell us that he was ‘Nightline’ co-ordinator in 1984. ‘Nightline’ was the student run and staffed helpline at UCNW. The Nightliners tended to be well motivated but, like all student helpers, often out of their depth. I do know that the Nightliners knew about Gwynne and those attempted suicides because I knew four Nightliners and they were well aware. Some Nightliners went into social work after graduation – they knew about the paedophile gang…

Here are the rewards that Duncan reaped for keeping quiet and having a father who knew William Mars-Jones:

1987-91: Financial Trainee and Principal Auditor, Royal Free Hampstead NHS Trust

1991-93: Management Accounts, Barts NHS Trust

1993-02: Head of Financial Management and Deputy Director of Finance, Northampton General Hospital

2002-07: Director of Finance, Northampton General Hospital NHS Trust

2008-10: Non-Executive Director, BMI Three Shires Hospital

2007-10: Director of Finance, St Andrew’s Healthcare

2010-11: Chairman of the Lighthouse Centre – ‘a rape crisis centre offering a professional service for anyone who have experienced sexual violence, whether recently or in the past, operating since 1986’.

2011-present day: Operational Director of Finance, Nottingham University Hospital; ‘Leadership of award winning finance department’.

Every NHS organisation that Duncan has worked for has had serious difficulties. He boasts that as Director of Finance at Northampton, he ‘turned around’ the service and made millions in savings. Yes, Duncan is one of those highly paid NHS conference-attending managers who whittle away at patient care – particularly mental health, learning disabilities and the elderly – whilst spending money on executive offices and bonuses for people like himself when they have ‘turned around’ services.

St Andrew’s Healthcare has been at the centre of scandal after scandal after learning disabled people have been abused or died whilst in their ‘care’.

As for Duncan’s Chairmanship of a sexual violence centre – I am tempted to quip that perhaps those who suffered at the hands of Dafydd and the paedophiles should try knocking at Duncan’s door, but nearly all of them are now dead…

When Alison Taylor, Mary Wynch and I were making a lot of noise, Duncan landed his first job at the Royal Free. During the first police investigation into the existence of a possible paedophile ring in north Wales, Duncan was hiding away at Barts – where Dafydd’s mate Prof Linford Rees had ruled the roost for decades (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). In the year that the North Wales Police found ‘no evidence’ of a paedophile ring, Duncan landed his job as Head of Financial Management at Northampton General Hospital. Whilst the Waterhouse Inquiry took place Duncan was promoted to Deputy Director of Finance at Northampton. His nose was probably so deep in the NHS trough of plenty that he didn’t even have time to stick his head up and say ‘I Know Nuzzing…’

Once old Ronnie had given the biggest offenders a clean bill of health and the bellyaching about a cover-up had died down, the sky was the limit for Duncan…

I think that there might be more than one porkie on Duncan’s Linked In profile. Because a few years ago I googled Duncan and he was at that time Director of a very troubled scandal ridden Trust next door to Mid-Staffs – that particular part of Duncan’s career has disappeared from his Linked In details.

 Duncan’s got a yacht! But then he had the use of his dad’s yacht when he was an undergrad…

The ‘turn around’ Finance Director who made £18 million of NHS savings enjoys his gin palace moored off Anglesey.

 

The Waterhouse and Mars-Jones families will have known each other before Ronnie became a pupil of William Mars-Jones.

The Waterhouses came from Flintshire, the neighbouring county to Denbighshire, the stomping ground of the Mars-Jones’s. There was and is a lot of cross border activity between the two counties.

 

Ronnie’s dad Thomas was at one time the Vice-Chairman of the Flintshire Quarter Sessions and Ronnie mentions in his book that his own career was given a boost when he was young by the Holywell solicitor J. Kerfoot-Roberts and Cyril Jones, a solicitor who practised in Wrexham – they were both ‘supporters’ of William Mars-Jones, who had already established himself as a lawyer.

Ronnie’s dad was a member of Holywell Urban District Council and was Chairman in the early 20th century. He was a high profile Liberal when the Liberals were the biggest party on the Council (and a very influential force in north Wales per se). Thomas was Chairman of Flintshire Education Committee, 1925-34. So he probably knew Prof J.E. Daniel, a theologian and inspector of schools in north Wales at the time (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’). J.E. Daniel’s son is the hideous Huw Daniel, who like Ronnie spent a lifetime on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit and who was so looking forward to imprisoning me on the basis of the perjury of the paedophiles’ friends in 2004 – Huw became very angry when the case collapsed (see post ‘Interesting Happenings In The Legal System’). Can you still fit into that ludicrous General Pinochet outfit of yours Huw, because those seams and buttons were certainly straining as a result of all those dinners on the last occasion that I saw you dressed up in your gear.

Ronnie was also mates with Justice John Roch who was someone else on the Chester and Wales Circuit who wanted to imprison me on the basis of the perjury of the paedophiles friends in 1990 (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’). On that occasion Roch had to throw out more than twelve charges against me because WHOOPS the paedophiles’ friends had lied – there was of course no action taken against anyone for perjury.

John Roch disappeared off the face of the earth – and indeed the internet – a few years ago, so I was gratified to find him mentioned in Ronnie’s book. After Roch fumed at not being able to imprison me and ignored the perjury of those giving evidence, he became Lord Justice Roch. Lord Justice John Roch has now reappeared in corners of the internet.

Lord Justice Roch might like to make a statement to the police about the bizarre events in Chester Court in 1990 when the paedophiles’ friends demanded my imprisonment for contempt of court, particularly now that I have documents in my possession demonstrating that the court and judge were changed at short notice without my barrister being informed – yet the paedophiles’ friends received a handwritten note from the Legal Dept of Gwynedd County Council explaining this to them. The note also told the paedophiles’ friends who to speak to when they arrived at the court – that person would also show them the affidavits and tell them what to say when they gave evidence. The note to the paedophiles’ friends told them to ‘familiarise’ themselves with the affidavits and evidence – which suggests that they had not seen any of it before. Further details and the names of all of the crooks involved can be found in my post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’.

Ahem. Just a little bit irregular I think Lord Justice Roche.

The whole scene was witnessed by the solicitor who accompanied me to court, Meleri Tudor. Meleri came with me because WHOOPS the date of the case clashed with another case that my usual solicitor had to be present at, although he was desperate not to send me into the paedophiles’ den unaccompanied. So his assistant Meleri came with me. I always liked Meleri and I very much appreciated her company, but she swore blind that the last minute change of venue and judge was just a blip – as was the fact that my barrister was not informed of this essential information. I now have documentation that shows quite clearly that there was no blip – there was corruption of the most serious sort at work.

Meleri moved on to work at another solicitor’s firm in Caernarfon shortly after the saga in Chester and the last I heard she had become a judge. On another occasion Meleri witnessed Tony Francis (Dr X) abuse process whilst he was in the witness box in Bangor Magistrates Court demanding my imprisonment. Meleri did stop him immediately and the magistrates also reprimanded him, but I remember Meleri commenting afterwards to me that ‘Francis knew exactly what he was doing and he knew that he shouldn’t have done it’.

At the time I just thought that Francis was seriously pissed off with me and had lost his rag, but since then I have acquired numerous documents written and signed by Francis in which he describes how he and others will frame me for serious offences for which there was no evidence.

I’ve got a stack of such documents Meleri, they were a bunch of lying crooks who were running the paedophile gang that you all maintained did not exist. Time to cough…

 

Not only did Ronnie’s dad reach the heights of being the High Sheriff of Flintshire in 1942, but he was  also Chairman of the County Finance Committee when the estate for Mold Crown Court was purchased. The building which currently houses Mold Law Courts was developed as a result of the efforts of T.M. Hadyn Rees, the Chief Executive of Clwyd County Council, 1974-77 (see post ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’). The Waterhouse Inquiry was tasked with investigating the abuse of children in care during that time. Ronnie’s autobiography makes it clear that he knew Hadyn Rees. He mentions him by name and furthermore before he was Chief Exec of Clwyd County Council, Hadyn Rees was the Deputy Clerk and then Clerk of Flintshire County Council. Sir Ronnie, in his capacity as a barrister, acted for Flintshire County Council on many occasions and took instructions from Hadyn Rees.

After Hadyn Rees retired as Chief Executive of Clwyd he became a magistrate.

Ronnie’s book mentions that he attended a dinner at the Shire Hall in Mold in 1978 – it was held in his honour by the Chairman of Clwyd County Council and was attended by ‘many north Wales friends’. Many of whom will have also been paedophiles’ friends.

There’s nothing like an independent judicial inquiry is there.

Not that Ronnie was only mates with paedophiles’ friends in local authorities in north Wales – he was friends with paedophiles’ friends in local authorities in west Wales as well. In May 1983 Ronnie was involved in litigation in Swansea and Carmarthen Courts brought by the Welsh Office and seven local authorities – led by Dyfed County Council – in an attempt to gain a High Court order against some travellers. There was a paedophile gang operating in Dyfed and Pembrokeshire in the 1970s and 80s. In 1980, the County Secretary of Dyfed County Council Ioan Bowen Rees moved to Gwynedd to take up the position of Chief Executive – where he did nothing about the paedophile gang operating in the Council’s children’s homes (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’).

 

Ronnie knew the influential Flintshire farming family of paedophiles’ friend and Tory politician Beata Brookes (see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady And Yet More Recent History’). At one point George Brookes did battle with Flintshire County Council after they ordered him to move his caravans. Ronnie noted that ‘a great deal of money was at stake for the appellant, who was a strong Conservative supporter’. Brookes had wanted to instruct Sir David Maxwell Fyfe QC (a famous homophobic Welsh judge and former Secretary of State for Wales known as Dai Bananas), but Sir David had recently metamorphosed into Viscount Kilmuir as Lord Chancellor, so George Brookes slummed it and instructed the then Viscount Hailsham QC, who was soon to be appointed First Lord of the Admiralty.

The wife and son of the Fifth Sea Lord Admiral Sir Alec Bingley – Lady Juliet Bingley and William Bingley, who worked for MIND and in William’s case the Mental Health Act Commission as well – were involved in concealing the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles for years. My post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’ also names other very high ranking naval officers who were involved in ignoring, or concealing, serious wrongdoing associated with sexual offences against children.

Lord Hailsham was the First Lord of the Admiralty, 1956-57. So he will have known Sir Alec Bingley, Lord Louis Mountbatten and others named in my post ‘The Defence Of The Realm’.

 

William Mars-Jones was in the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve during the war. But so many of the paedophiles’ friends served in the Royal Navy or the Royal Navy Volunteer Reserve – including of course Gwynne the lobotomist…

William Mars-Jones served in Malta during the war. Sir Alec Bingley was stationed in Malta when he was Commander-in-Chief of the Mediterranean Fleet in the late 1950s/early 60s. Lady Juliet Bingley was friends with the Prime Minister of Malta and Ronnie Waterhouse knew Lt General Sir William Dobbie, the Governor of Malta, 1940-42.

 

In response to George Brookes instructing Lord Hailsham, Flintshire County Council instructed Edmund Davies QC to lead, with Ronnie as his junior. Ronnie tells us in his book that this case resulted in his highest fee to date for a single case and that there was ‘further reward’ when Brookes appealed. There was thus another magistrates hearing on a date when Hailsham and Edmund Davies were unavailable. St Asaph’s Magistrates Court heard the case in July 1955 – the Chairman of the bench was the brother of Judge David Pennant, who was a descendant of Thomas Pennant.

The Pennant family are part of the extended family of Antoinette Sandbach, the Tory MP for Eddisbury. Antoinette’s father Ian Mackeson-Sandbach was the most senior Freemason in North Wales throughout the years of failed investigations into organised child abuse in north Wales and during the Waterhouse Inquiry. Antoinette’s grandmother Geraldine Mackeson-Sandbach was the President of the Denbigh branch of the Royal College of Midwives. Before Antoinette became an AM and then an MP, she worked in the office of David Jones MP. For more details on the Sandbach clan, see post ‘News Round Up, 19 January 2018′.

A whole extended family of paedophiles’ friends there.

 

Flintshire County Council won the case against George Brookes. But there was yet another hearing in 1957. By this time Hailsham was in the Cabinet, so Brookes instructed Ted Maggary QC, later Vice-Chancellor and de facto Head of the Chancery Division. Edmund Davies was engaged elsewhere and Hadyn Rees decided that it wasn’t necessary to have a leader on the Council’s side and Ronnie acted for the Council. Ronnie doesn’t relate the outcome of this bizarre dispute involving caravans at St Asaph which involved some of the most senior lawyers in the UK, but Ronnie did note that he ‘was fortunate that Maggary proved to be a very courteous opponent’ and ‘we disposed of the case in two much shorter days’.

I suspect that a very dirty deal was done somewhere within those two short days which was why the big names made themselves scarce. I doubt that George Brookes spent all that money for nothing and knowing how the paedophiles’ friends conduct business, this saga over the caravans at St Asaph which involved none other than Lord Hailsham could hold the key as to why Beata Brookes – a universally loathed old bag – ended up as the leading female Tory politician in Wales despite no-one wanting her in that position.

Beata Brookes was a social worker before her ascent upwards into the higher echelons of the paedophiles’ friends and her gaining numerous positions of responsibility in the health and social care services in north Wales.

 

Ronnie’s dad, being prominent in Flintshire County life, will have known Lloyd Tyrell-Kenyon, the 5th Baron Kenyon. Lord Kenyon was the most senior Freemason in north Wales, a member of the North Wales Police Authority, Chairman of Clwyd Health Authority, President of UCNW, 1947-82 (preceding William Mars-Jones), Deputy Lieutenant of Flintshire, a magistrate, a member of Flintshire County Council and much more besides (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’). Lord Kenyon’s adult son Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon was known by the social services to be sexually using at least one underaged boy in the care of Clwyd County Council’s Social Services. On one occasion in 1979 Thomas spent the night in the Crest Hotel in Wrexham with the boy and took compromising photos of them together. The following morning Thomas made a complaint of theft against the boy on the grounds that the photos and Thomas’s clothes had disappeared. Thomas was quite clear when he called the police with regard as to why he had spent the previous night in bed with a boy in care. The boy was sent to a detention centre. Thomas faced no action. Thomas Tyrell-Kenyon died of an HIV related condition in 1993.

Ronnie knew Lord Kenyon as well. In his book Ronnie mentions chatting to him in 1984 at the annual dinner for old students of Ruthin School in north Wales.

 

Ronnie and his network were able to show a great degree of tolerance in the face of sexual transgression. In 1945 Ronnie’s parents were looking for a suitable Liberal Parliamentary candidate for Flintshire and one of Ronnie’s duties was to drive the candidate about. Ronnie explained in his book that one day as Ronnie was driving, the candidate had the ‘impertinence and stupidity to make an unambiguous homosexual advance’. Ronnie stated in his autobiography that if he’d have told his father, the candidate would have been disowned. Ronnie doesn’t provide a very convincing explanation as to why he didn’t tell his father that a gay groper was being fielded as the Liberal candidate, but he does mention that the seat was won by the Tory Nigel Birch.

However, perhaps Ronnie didn’t need to tell his father. Ronnie admitted that ‘our candidate’s proclivities were quite well known when he stood again for Parliament, this time in Anglesey against the popular Cledwyn Hughes’. Lord Cledwyn was a loyal paedophiles’ friends for decades – he was also mates with Glenys Kinnock’s parents and was one of those who inducted the Windbag into Welsh Labour politics.

Ronnie doesn’t mention the gay groper’s name, but it’s not rocket science to work out that it was John William Hughes. Obviously a Ron Davies situation (see post ‘Cottaging At Castle Gate’). ‘Well of course if we’d have known we’d have acted immediately.’

There is a great deal of ‘not knowing’ in north Wales, as the social anthropologist Isabel Emmett observed in her 1964 work ‘A North Wales Village: A Social Anthropological Study’ (see post ‘How No-One Knew About Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’). Not that even Isabel Emmett could have predicted the mass outbreak of not knowing that afflicted north Wales when Ronnie Chaired that Inquiry.

 

Ronnie and his dad weren’t the only red hot networkers. Ronnie’s Uncle Horace did pretty well. Horace sat on the Holywell Urban District Council and was also a member of the English Congregational Church in Holywell. The Waterhouses were a well known Congregationalist family in north east Wales (Ronnie’s dad was a deacon in the Tabernacle Church) – as were the Mars-Jones’s.

Ronnie’s Uncle Sidney trained for the Congregationalist ministry at the Lancashire Independent College in Manchester and subsequently worked as a Minister in Hemel Hempstead and in East Sussex. The Waterhouses had branches of the family in England – Ronnie’s dad was from a big family and the siblings had scattered all over the place. Ronnie married the daughter of an influential Birmingham family.

Ronnie was a lay preacher from the age of 17. He had been invited to fulfil the role by the father of his friend J. Gwynne Williams. J. Gwynne Williams later became the Professor of Welsh History at UCNW and the Vice-Principal, as well as the President of the National Library of Wales and Chairman of University of Wales Press. His father was the supervising Minister of the Welsh Wesleyian Methodist Church circuit at Holywell.

Ronnie’s sister went to Howells School, Denbigh, a popular independent school for girls in north Wales. The actress Nerys Hughes went there (see post ‘Have The Lambs Stopped Screaming?’) as did many other well known people from north Wales. The Mars-Jones’s lived in a village just outside of Denbigh and will have known many alumni of Howells School.

Ronnie’s sister extended the influence of Ronnie and the gang. Ronnie’s sister Sylvia worked for the BBC intermittently throughout her life – her first job with them was as a producer for ‘Woman’s Hour’ – and she also worked for ‘Vogue Export Book’, the ‘Daily Express’ and ‘Time and Tide’, which was owned and edited by Lady Rhondda. Sylvia married John Thompson, a journalist on ‘The Observer’.

Ronnie’s brother Stuart was active in the Liberal Party and stood as a Liberal Parliamentary candidate.

 

When he was young Ronnie Waterhouse was not only active in the Labour Party but stood as a Labour Parliamentary candidate on a number of occasions. William Mars-Jones stood as the Labour candidate for West Denbighshire in the 1945 General Election.

Ronnie was the Labour candidate for West Flintshire in the late 1950s. He knew Bessie Braddock, a fearsome battleaxe who was a leading light in Liverpool Council and then the Labour MP for Liverpool Exchange, 1945-70. Bessie Braddock was hated by many in Gwynedd because of her lack of sympathy and insulting behaviour regarding Welsh protests over the flooding of Capel Celyn in 1965 to form the Tryweryn Reservoir to supply water to Liverpool. At the time of the Tryweryn protests dear old Dafydd was a medical student in Liverpool, masquerading as a Welsh freedom fighter and was popping across to Ireland to learn at the knee of some IRA activists (see post ‘A Network Stretching Back Decades…’). So Dafydd wasn’t one of those involved in Welsh activism who refused to resort to violent means. Neither did his fellow activists know that in his day job Dafydd was busy cultivating the friendship of corrupt English professionals in Liverpool whom he relied upon very heavily in later life (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’).

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Whilst campaigning, Ronnie shared a platform with Nye Bevan in East Flintshire and he noted in his book that paedophiles’ friend Baroness Eirene White (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) was ‘always helpful and generous’. At one point Ronnie was joined on the campaign trail in north Wales by Barbara Castle, who made a ‘rousing speech’ in Rhyl.

In 1963 Ronnie was shortlisted as the Labour candidate for Wolverhampton North East via the help of Denis Howell, the Birmingham Labour MP who was famously the Minister for Snow, Floods, Drought and then Sport under Harold Wilson. Ronnie lost out to Renee Short, who in later life proved herself to be a loyal paedophiles’ friend in the Commons (see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’). The other candidate was Martin Ennals,  brother of paedophiles’ friend Lord David Ennals (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’). During the years in which he led Amnesty International, Martin Ennals managed to ignore some dreadful things – such as the framing and wrongful imprisonment of the Birmingham Six.

Ronnie was involved in the Labour campaigns in West Flintshire in 1964 and in East Flintshire in 1966.

In 1969 Ronnie stood for selection as the Labour candidate for Wrexham against Tom Ellis – Ronnie’s sponsor was the Wrexham solicitor Stanley Williams. By 1969 there was an abusive regime at Bryn Estyn at Wrexham and John Allen had just established the Bryn Alyn Community nearby. Tom Ellis was the Labour MP for Wrexham from 1970 and in 1981 he joined Dr Death and the gang in the SDP (see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady And Yet More Recent History’).

All the local solicitors and MPs knew about the abuse of children at Bryn Estyn and Bryn Alyn.

Ronnie had yet another stab at getting into Parliament in 1970 when he stood for selection as the Labour candidate for East Flintshire. On that occasion Ronnie was supported by the TGWU and Tom Jones, the Wales regional TGWU organiser (see post ‘Dirty Rotten Scoundrels’), but he lost out to Barry Jones who was subsequently elected. Lord Baz as he now is had a background in teaching and the NUT and has been a loyal paedophiles’ friend over many years (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

 

Friendships across the political divide are not unusual, but Ronnie took this to the limit. His autobiography names scores of politicians – Liberal, Labour, defectors to the SDP and Tory, with whom he was very friendly. He was even on good terms with a few Communists and members of the Redgrave dynasty. As long as they wielded a bit of power and influence they were OK by Ronnie.

Ronnie didn’t become involved with the Labour Party until 1952 – when he was at Cambridge he was in the Cambridge University Liberal Society and made many friends there. His closest friend was Sir Robin Day and of course with Robin Day came friendships with a host of media folk. Ronnie knew many other Liberals as well – including Eric Lubbock aka Lord Avebury (see post ‘He Knows Where The Bodies Are Buried’), Jeremy Thorpe, Cyril Smith and Clement Freud. His memories of Jeremy were that he was an ‘elegant old Etonian’, who ‘played the violin’ and was impressively close to the Lloyd George clan. Whereas most of us remember Jeremy best for standing trial for conspiring to kill his gay lover.

Ronnie and William Mars-Jones were very friendly with Lord Emlyn Hooson, another member of the Chester and Wales Circuit and Liberal MP for Montgomery, 1962-79. Alex Carlile was a member of Hooson’s Chambers – the Alex Carlile who stopped asking awkward questions about Mary Wynch and then picked up a peerage a few years later. The Hoosons were neighbours of the Mars-Jones’s in Gray’s Inn and the Hoosons’ Montgomeryshire home was close enough to Ronnie’s other friends and hang outs for him to be a regular visitor.

Emlyn Hooson was involved in the secret inquiry which was held into Jeremy Thorpe years before Thorpe stood trial for conspiracy to murder Norman. Hooson was told quite clearly by Norman Scott and a Welsh friend of Norman’s who knew Hooson that Jeremy had been a very, very naughty boy indeed whilst he was being elegant and impressing people with his violin playing (see post ‘My How Things Haven’t Changed’). Hooson professed to have been horrified at Jeremy’s activities but no-one removed Jeremy from the leadership of the Liberal Party and when years later Justice Cantley, the presiding judge at Jeremy’s trial, hurled invective at Norman, Hooson didn’t say a word. Hooson remained silent when Jeremy was acquitted.

 

When Ronnie was at Cambridge, Glyn Tegai Hughes was President of the Liberal Club, who became another mate of Ronnie’s. Tegai Hughes stood as the Liberal candidate for Denbigh in 1950, 1955 and 1959. Tegai Hughes became Warden of Gregynog. Gregynog is a mansion in Powys originally owned by sisters Gwendoline and Margaret Davies, who donated it to the University of Wales in 1960 for use as a conference and arts centre. The Davies sisters were wealthy women who accumulated an impressive art collection. Ronnie’s parents knew their brother Lord David Davies of Llandinam, the Liberal MP for Montgomeryshire, 1906-29 and who was a visitor to the Waterhouse family home.

 

I have mentioned in previous posts that everyone who stood for election or who was elected for Denbigh remained silent about Dafydd and the paedophiles. Nearly everybody in Denbigh were employed in jobs that were dependent upon the North Wales Hospital. There were hundreds of people banged up in there being abused but they did not have votes. The patient batterers and paedophiles’ friends did. Isn’t that right Dafydd/Paul Flynn/Ieuan Wyn Jones/Robyn Lewis and the rest of you who said not a word about the horror just a mile or so away from the town as you stuffed leaflets through people’s letter boxes emblazoned with you wearing a rosette. Not so much ‘if you want a nigger for a neighbour vote Labour’, but if you want a murderous paedophile for a neighbour vote for absolutely any of this lot, their lips are sealed.

 

I have mentioned that Mars-Jones was an enthusiastic member of the Garrick – Ronnie was also a member. As was Robin Day – Day lunched at the Garrick daily and sat on the executive committee – and of course numerous high profile people from the worlds of law and entertainment. Much of Ronnie’s life revolved around the Garrick and its members.

In 1952 Justice Croom-Johnson recommended that Ronnie should join the Garrick. In 1958 Malcolm Morris QC ‘urged’ Ronnie to join – I very much doubt that Ronnie had ignored Croom-Johnson’s advice, I suspect that the waiting list was long and that the Garrick wasn’t tripping over itself to let Ronnie in at that point. In 1962 Robin Day was allowed through the door and arranged for Ronnie to be proposed as a member by ITN editor Sir Geoffrey Cox. Ron was elected as a member in 1964. Ronnie loved the Garrick so much that when he retired and sold his London home – he wasn’t homeless, he still had a country seat in Herefordshire – if he and his wife were in London (which was frequently, there were all those important people to hobnob with after all, even in retirement and the Savoy is not to be found in Herefordshire) they lived at the Garrick for a ‘very reasonable’ rent.

Ronnie’s notion of what constitutes accommodation was flexible. The Garrick suited him and Lady Waterhouse down to the ground, but he did mention in the Waterhouse Report that children ‘leaving care’ at the age of 16 in north Wales were housed in ‘unsuitable accommodation’. Was the unsuitable accommodation a bit damp perhaps? Unheated? Er, no. According to the former kids in care, the ‘unsuitable accommodation’ in question were brothels. They left ‘care’ and were trafficked to brothels in London and Brighton. Which for the purposes of the Waterhouse Report doubled up as ‘unsuitable accommodation’. Furthermore if Ronnie really believed that those kids weren’t housed in the unsuitable accommodation until they were 16, he’s even thicker than I’ve given him credit for. They’ll have been sent to the unsuitable accommodation when they were 14 or 15 – or as soon as they had been beaten and raped into submission and Dafydd et al could be reassured that they had given up trying to escape or complaining to the police about what was happening.

But then Dafydd told people that I had lived in his ‘therapeutic community’ after he had unlawfully imprisoned me in Bryn Golau Ward with victims of the paedophile gang. Dafydd: Brown and me did have a really good laugh at that. And an even bigger laugh when, Ronnie Waterhouse-style, Dafydd’s partners in crime at St George’s Hospital Medical School and Springfield Hospital – who admitted in writing that Dafydd was sexploiting the patients and that they suspected that Tony Francis might have been as well – obediently repeated to each other that Dafydd had really tried with me, I had even been in a therapeutic community, so that just showed that I was a complete recidivist.

 

Hanging out at the Garrick was certainly good for name-dropping purposes. Ronnie mentioned in his book that he found himself dining next to Kingsley Amis. The one who wrote ‘The Old Devils’… In May 1990, Ronnie attended a particularly big knees-up at the Garrick held for paedophiles’ friends Geoffrey and Elspeth Howe. The Commons speaker Bernard Weatherill attended and the booze up was presided over by Ronnie’s Cambridge friend Lord Jenkin of Roding aka Patrick Jenkin. Ronnie’s Cambridge buddy Peter Cooper was there.

Peter Cooper was someone who nearly came a cropper on life’s journey. Cooper had been ‘personal assistant’ to Sir Edward Hulton and Lord Tim Beaumont, but he then rashly ‘joined Sir Bernard Audley who established the market research company AGB Research plc’. AGB Research was acquired by Robert Maxwell and as with anything acquired by Cap’n Bob there was not a happy ending. Another one of Ronnie’s circle, Peter Jay – Jim Callaghan’s son-in-law – was the Cap’ns Chief of Staff, but Ronnie stresses that Jay parted company from the Cap’n in 1990. When the Cap’n went overboard and the missing millions became obvious, Peter Jay and Peter Cooper were able to reassure everyone that they knew nuzzing.

Ronnie and his friends were often at the scene of unfortunate events concerning money. Ronnie was treasurer for Middle Temple for many years and somehow in 1995 funds from Middle Temple found their way into a dodgy Bulgarian bank. Then a great deal of Middle Temple’s money was lost when Baring’s bank collapsed.

 

Another memorable celebration at the Garrick was held in 2001, to celebrate Alan King-Hamilton’s 100th birthday. King-Hamilton was the notoriously obnoxious old judge who presided over Peter Hain’s trial and insulted Peter Hain, when someone many years ago – widely presumed to be the security services – tried to fit Peter Hain up for robbing a bank. Which was about as convincing as the poison pen letter which was sent to the authorities at De Montfort University stating that Brown was a ‘known paedophile’ who had ‘committed many offences’ when he worked at Aston University, but had never been caught – so he wasn’t a ‘known’ paedophile then was he Dafydd/Elfed/Martin??? (see post ‘A Nasty, Ludicrous Poison Pen Letter’).

I’ll say that for Dafydd and the paedophiles, they’ve probably taken at least 10 years off my life with stress, but they have provided me and my friends with a great deal of entertainment.

Guests at King-Hamilton’s 100th birthday included paedophiles’ friends the Onslows (I think that might have been Michael Onslow aka Viscount Cranley and his wife), Michael and Christina Mates and Jeremy and Verna Hanley. Ronnie’s sister Sylvia and her husband John Thompson also attended. Entertainment was provided by those lame old wallies Kit and the Widow, who used to be given much air time on Radio 4. If I was Kit and the Widow I’d be really worried if I was considered to be suitable as the cabaret for the 100th birthday celebrations of a biased judge and his crooked circle of paedophiles’ friends. Jeremy Hanley knew that Sir Peter Morrison was a child molester because he told Gyles Brandreth.

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The Duke of Edinburgh is or was the Patron of the Garrick and Ronnie loved it when Phil the Greek and the other Royals turned up.

 

Ronnie’s autobiography supplies the details of some of the trials that he was involved in, including many in which Mars-Jones also played a part. Ronnie and his colleagues were certainly adept in the art of moving goalposts/flexing boundaries.

 

In 1952 Ronnie was the prosecuting barrister in a north Wales case in which his father was one of the JPs. Normally of course this would be considered completely unacceptable, but this is Ronnie and his dad who we’re talking about. No problem!!!

Another 1952 case involving Ronnie as Counsel but this time as defence took place in London. (Mars-Jones and Ronnie worked out of Mars-Jones’s London chambers but they did a huge amount of court work in north Wales among their family and friends.) Ronnie was defending a medical student at Westminster Hospital on theft charges. The medical student had got pissed, broke into the nurses’ hostel and then stolen a purse. The charges were burglary and breaking and entering with intent to steal. Ronnie contacted the Dean of the Medical School and they both agreed that although this young man really had gone a bit far, he was after all a young doctor in the making so what he didn’t wasn’t the sort of burglary and breaking and entering that plebs indulge in and well the purse had definitely gone missing and it did rather look as though he had stolen it, but it’s not really stealing is it. As for the nurse to whom he’d broken into the building to gain access, well she was most upset but the dizzy little thing probably didn’t know her own mind….

I suspect that there may have been a few incidents of this nature during Dafydd’s student days. Only Dafydd would have probably been found stark naked in the hostel as well as drunk. Not that we need to speculate about Dafydd’s youth to understand how Ronnie was able to see the good side of people. At one point in the Waterhouse Report Ronnie notes that ‘apart from the sexual assaults’ there was no evidence of violence on the part of John Allen – there was, a number of witnesses described John Allen’s explosive rages and violent assaults, but Ronnie dismissed them as liars. Furthermore Ronnie noted that John Allen was kind and generous to the boys in his care when he was told that John Allen was paying boys to have sex with him and purchased certain boys – described by the other kids in Bryn Alyn as ‘Allen’s bum boys’ – motorbikes and hifi systems.

John Allen is currently serving his third prison sentence for sexual assaults on children.

In the late 1980s when I told Jeff Crowther, the nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, that Dafydd was sexually exploiting female patients, Jeff told me that one needed evidence and although there were many stories of this nature about Dafydd, no-one had any evidence. I told Jeff that there were young female patients living in Dafydd’s house with him and that this was common knowledge. Jeff told me that a lot of people thought that Dafydd was a kind man who offered a home and employment to patients.

Jeff: Dafydd only offered homes and jobs to young female patients. He didn’t have 60 year old men living in Rhianfa, Talwrn with him.

Come forward Therese, the young woman who lived with Dafydd in Rhianfa in about 1994, your evidence is needed!!! How much did Dafydd pay you and what were your terms of employment?? Do you have your P45?? Therese was a lovely young woman and I am sure that if she really had a choice she would not have been living with a dandruff-covered nutter like Dafydd, but as Dafydd had complete control no-one ever found out whether she was living with him out of choice or whether he had destroyed her life by illegally imprisoning her in the dungeon at Denbigh and then made her the generous offer of bed n board.

 

As the proverbial fighting drunken tramps say to each other – you want a scrap Top Doctors?? Caaaame on…. I have many, many more such memories, so you just continue to tell us all that the only problem with the NHS is ‘low pay’ and ‘resources’.

 

Ronnie wasn’t one for questioning the very obviously flawed legal system within which he worked even in cases which ended in death. In 1954, paedophiles’ friend Edmund Davies QC (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’), Mars-Jones and Ronnie were prosecuting at the murder trial of 25 year old Ronald Harries at Carmarthen Assizes. Harries stood accused of the murder of his second cousins after they disappeared and Harries was the last person to see them. Harries maintained that he had driven them to Carmarthen Station where they caught a train for London, where they were then due to go forward elsewhere for a holiday. Ronnie explained in his book that it was the super-sleuthing of a Detective Superintendent Capstick of Scotland Yard who led the investigation that resolved the case. Capstick organised a search party of 400 farmers over an area of 80 square miles. The bodies of the missing couple were found some seven months after they had disappeared in a ‘part of a field where the kale had been planted upside down’.

How exactly does one plant kale upside down? If, after burying the bodies, Harries had planted the kale upside down – presumably he was the village idiot – with the leaves in the soil and the roots sticking up above the ground, the kale would have died within hours and not been in any fit state to conceal two corpses.

Sir Cecil Havers – whose son Michael years later as Attorney General blocked the prosecution of the diplomat Sir Peter Hayman for child sex offences – presided over the trial and Ronnie noted that a crowd of 5000, ‘mostly women’, cheered the outcome and booed Ronald Harries as he was led away to Swansea Prison.

The Case of The Upside Down Kale went to the Court of Appeal – I cannot think why, it was obviously a rock solid case – but fortunately that bastard Harries lost the appeal. The appeal was lost on the strength of ‘Capstick’s excellent report of his investigation’ which accompanied Ronnie’s brief.

Ronald Harries was hanged. That’ll teach him to plant kale upside down.

Presumably the Case of the Upside Down Kale is another one of those classics in the annals of Welsh law, along with the imprisoning of the Rev Emyr Owen of Tywyn in 1985 for cutting the penises off corpses, feeding one penis to the seagulls and injecting the other penises with hot water to make them stand up all erect-like. No severed penises were found, no corpses sans penises were produced and furthermore anyone with A level biology knows that you couldn’t induce an erection in a severed penis, by hot water or anything else. Who was the prosecuting barrister who told the court this nonsense? Step forward Huw Daniel. Now Huw, as a former biology teacher, let me explain that a penis needs to have a blood supply to become erect. Even your penis, if it were chopped off and injected with fluid, would not become erect. If indeed it ever does anyway even when it is connected to its blood supply. You might not have liked the Rev Emyr because he was dangerously gay and as a Minister and Sheriff of Caernarfon Crown Court he will have found out what the rest of you were up to, but whatever he was guilty of it was not what you told the court and for which he went to prison.

 

Ronnie was happy to stress that those in his Chambers didn’t need a body to know that someone had been murdered and indeed to work out how the ‘orrible murder had been committed. After Ronald Harries got the chop, a Polish man was convicted of the murder of his business partner at Carmarthen Assizes. There was no trace of any body and no evidence, but the Pole was a Bad Lot and everyone knew that he’d done it. Furthermore they knew how – he’d fed his partner to the pigs. You can’t argue with that. The prosecuting Counsel was Esyr Lewis, for Mars-Jones.

Esyr Lewis also gets a mention in Adam Mars-Jones’s book as a friend and neighbour of his father’s in Gray’s Inn. As a child Esyr lived in south Wales but the family moved to the north of England when he was ten. He served in the Intelligence Corps in the late 1940s. Esyr Lewis became a Deputy High Court judge.

 

In Feb 1958 Ronnie was the prosecuting counsel in a rape case at Chester Assizes – Justice Salmon was presiding and Emlyn Hooson was defending. The alleged rape had taken place in Flintshire. Ronnie noted that the alleged victim was a ‘pretty bus conductress’ and the accused ‘a less than attractive Italian immigrant’. The pretty bus conductress had left a dance with the less than attractive Italian immigrant and it was alleged that he’d raped her in a car. It was stated that the pretty bus conductress was a virgin. The problem that everybody had was that the car was considered to be too small to be the scene of a rape so there was speculation as to whether the pretty bus conductress had just regretted losing her honour to an Iti. Ronnie remarked that Justice Salmon – an ‘excellent judge’ – summed up and cast the seeds of doubt in the jury’s mind. The Iti was acquitted and the next day the pretty conductress threw herself in the River Dee and drowned.

Well Ronnie and Justice Salmon were so upset. Ronnie stressed to the readers of his book that Justice Salmon was ‘liberal and humane’ and ‘deeply affected’ by the suicide of the pretty bus conductress. Was Justice Salmon so deeply affected that he thought ‘Christ I’ve really screwed up there, I don’t want to make another mistake like that again’, resigned and then spent the rest of his life working for the Benevolent Society for Pretty Bus Conductresses Who Have Been The Victims Of Sexual Violence? No. Justice Cyril Salmon continued his career and ended up as a Lord of Appeal. Just like John Roch.

 

There were some colourful characters in north Wales. In his autobiography Ronnie explains that on one occasion he breakfasted with William Lloyd George, brother of David, THE Lloyd George. Ron enjoyed this treat whilst he was staying with William Lloyd George’s son, William Lloyd George junior, known as Wyl bach. Ronnie remembered that in the mid 1960s a judge at Chester Assizes was going to criticise Wyl bach in a civil case. So William Lloyd George senior ‘was trundled into Court the next day where he sat glaring at the judge, who was so incredulous to see this living embodiment of history that his nerve failed him and the criticisms were left unspoken’.

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When Ronnie appeared in court alone, his ‘staple diet’ was personal injury cases, often for steel workers in south Wales, miners in north Wales or members of the TGWU. By the time that Ronnie was Chairing the Waterhouse Inquiry, the TGWU represented many health and social care workers.

Ronnie went one better than representing the TGWU members though. One of the solicitor’s firms which sent a lot of work Ronnie’s way was Russell Jones and Walker – who acted for the Police Federation as well as steel workers.

Ronnie undertook a lot of divorce work. So he’ll know about the Top Doctor in north Wales who gave medical evidence against his own wife, declaring her mad and unfit to have custody of the children. The Top Doctor gained custody although he had neither the time or inclination to look after the children and he hired a series of patients as nannies to look after them. His wife had left him for one of his patients, a man called Harry, who was found hanging dead after she lost custody of the children (see post ‘He Knew Far, Far Too Much’).

What was the Top Doc’s name now?? Er, a very Welsh name… Dr Ieuan Wyn Finlay??? Dr Iorwerth Jekyll??? Dr Gwilym Frankenstein??? Cannot think who it might have been…of course Ronnie might not remember the case, after all a Top Doc’s wife running away with one of his patients and then him hanging himself after she loses custody of the kids because the Top Doc has given psychiatric evidence against her is an everyday occurrence.

I expect that the Top Doc involved was a kindly man who just wanted to provide employment as nannies for some of his patients. Of course, once his wife had moved out there’d be space in the bed for a few more people as well.

Croseo i Rhianfa, employment agency and homeless shelter for nubile young women.

Sometimes I wonder if readers in England might think that I’m just making all this up. Now that I’m writing it down I can see just how extraordinary it is. No wonder ‘no-one knew’, it’s just the sort of thing that no-one would ever notice isn’t it.

 

Ronnie appeared regularly at Caernarfon Crown Court when he was a barrister, as of course did Mars-Jones. In Nov 1975 Mars-Jones was involved in a trial at Caernarfon in which defendant Norman Owen was accused of influencing a jury in a previous trial. Owen was defended by Ronnie’s mate Peter Weitzman QC. Even Ronnie admitted that the evidence against Owen was indisputable and Owen was found guilty and imprisoned. However everyone received quite a surprise when the conviction was quashed at a subsequent appeal Chaired by Lord Justice Lawton on the grounds that according to Lawton the crime with which Norman Owen was charged no longer existed. Ronnie and his colleagues were thrown into a state of confusion – because at the time that Norman Owen was charged and stood trial, the crime most definitely existed…

 

In my post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’ I discussed the 1993 trial of Derek Hatton and two other Liverpool City Councillors which Ronnie presided over at Mold Crown Court. The trial was part of a much bigger police investigation into local authority corruption, Operation Cheetah, which was derailed when Ronnie acquitted Degsy and his mates. I wondered why the trial of three Liverpool City Councillors on fraud charges involving Liverpool City Council took place in Mold. Ronnie explains in his autobiography that the trial was held at Mold so as to be without prejudice. Whereas Ronnie had previously presided over the trial of Ken Dodd for tax evasion in Liverpool, Ken Dodd’s home town and the base of Ken Dodd’s fan club…

Ronnie’s book mentions that Sir Rodney Klevan QC, who defended Derek Hatton at the 1993 trial in Mold, defended in many high profile cases of murder and fraud. Sir Rodney successfully defended the ex-Liverpool goalkeeper Bruce Grobbelaar on bribery charges in 1997. Sir Rodney was leader of the Northern Circuit, 1992-95. So he was leader of the Northern Circuit shortly after his fellow judge on the Northern Circuit Sir John Kay issued an injunction against me from the High Court in Leeds of all places on the basis of the perjury of two colleagues of the paedophile gang, one of whom had never met me and one of whom had met me twice (see post ‘Some Big Legal Names Enter The Arena’).

What I didn’t realise until I read Ronnie’s autobiography was that by the time Ronnie acquitted Derek Hatton and his colleagues, Ronnie was already experienced in handling trials of Liverpool City Councillors facing corruption charges. In April 1978 Ronnie and Mars-Jones were involved in a trial in Liverpool in which Councillors stood accused of corruption, when it was discovered that the jury had received copies of the official report on the case compiled by a senior police officer. In such circumstances there should have been a retrial, but somehow Ronnie and Mars-Jones persuaded the judge Derek Hodgson not to order a retrial. The defendants were acquitted.

Sir Derek Hodgson was a Law Commissioner and the Chairman of the Howard League for Penal Reform. In his capacity as a High Court judge, he was very generous to a number of defendants, some believed rather rashly so. He failed to imprison a number of people who had committed brutal assaults and murders. Sir Derek did however deal very harshly with one defendant – Winston Silcott in 1987, when Hodgson was presiding over the trial of those accused of killing Keith Blakelock. Hodgson was aware that the alleged confession of Silcott was unsupported by other evidence, but Silcott was convicted and described as ‘evil’ by Hodgson after conviction. In 1991 Silcott was released on appeal after it was accepted that his confession had been forged by the police.

 

Ronnie’s ‘useful vehicle’ on the circuit was his steady supply of work in defending men who were under 24 and charged with unlawful sexual intercourse with a girl under 16 but over 12. Some of those cases will have involved young men having sex with their girlfriends who were not quite 16. Other cases will have been the rape of girls of 13. In the light of Ronnie’s comments and conduct at the Waterhouse Inquiry I don’t like to think of what went on in those cases with Ronnie on the loose. Ronnie’s book tells us that with regard to such cases, Lord Morris of Borth-y-Gest, the Lord of Appeal, was ‘at the summit’ of these cases in Caernarfonshire, wheras Lord Aberconway, the 2nd Baron, was ‘at the base’. Lord Aberconway had been the PPS to David Lloyd-George and was Chairman of the shipbuilders John Browne and Co and according to Ronnie was good enough to ‘weep sympathetically’ as pleas were made in mitigation. It was Lord Aberconway who was at such a loss in court that his summing up had to be prepared for him by the clerk of the peace as the case progressed and would then be handed up to him at the appropriate moment.

Another of the elements of the staple diet for Ronnie and his colleagues at the Quarter Sessions pre the 1967 breathalyser was drink driving charges. Ronnie noted that junior barristers became so good at ensuring that people were acquitted that further legislation was introduced.

 

The Chairman of Flint Magistrates, Alderman H.R. Thomas, was a longstanding Liberal friend of Ronnie’s dad. Therefore the Holywell solicitor J. Kerfoot-Roberts proposed that it should be Ronnie who would make repeated applications for a licence to sell alcohol at the New Hotel in Flint. It took a long time but the New Hotel did eventually get its licence thanks to Ronnie. The Ronnie who grew up in a family who prided themselves on being temperance and who displayed their certificate testifying to 100 years of abstinence on the wall inside their house. It was of course up to Ronnie as to whether he kept up the family tradition of temperance or not. But the logic of Kerfoot-Roberts was exactly that of whoever decided that Ronnie was to Chair the Waterhouse Inquiry – this is a man with no principles at all who is related to, or friends with, all the interested parties. He’s the man for us.

One Liverpool brewery called, most appropriately, Bents, also employed Ronnie…

 

In 1980 Ronnie presided over the Moriah Chapel case in Caernarfon – the Calvinist Methodist Chapel of Wales sued some building contractors after the Chapel burnt down. Ronnie’s mates Emlyn Hooson and David Clarke were acting as counsel. No-one seemed to know why the chapel had burnt down – it was yet another one of those inexplicable fires in north Wales – although the defence ventured an interesting theory that a bird had entered the chapel, picked up a cigarette butt, had flown around with this dog end and set the chapel alight. In the midst of the mysterious fire and the outlandish theories as to how the fire had started, after considering the case carefully Ronnie declared that whatever the cause of the fire, it had obviously been the fault of the building contractors and he therefore found in favour of the Calvinist Methodist Church, for which I am sure that the Calvinists were most grateful.

Mervyn Phillips was the Chief Executive of Clwyd County Council, 1977-92, whilst the paedophile gang made merry in the Council’s children’s homes. Mervyn was extensively involved with the Welsh Calvinist Methodists, as well as a great many other things (see post ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinist Methodists’). Of course Ronnie will have known Mervyn.

 

In Feb 1983 Ronnie was involved in a ‘gruesome murder case’ at Caernarfon for which Ronnie’s knowledge of the socio-economic and linguistic backdrop of north Wales proved invaluable.  The defendant’s first language was Welsh and he had exercised his right to have his trial heard in Welsh. The defendant had every right to do this and people in Wales fought long and hard for this right. Neither would such a request have been at all unusual in Caernarfon. No-one actually told the defendant that he couldn’t have his trial heard in Welsh – that would have been breaking the law and Ronnie et al would never do that – but it seems that no-one tried very hard to ensure that he understood the proceedings, which it would seem were in, er, English. Ronnie wasn’t that concerned because he pointed out that the defendant had been held at Risley Remand Centre ‘for so long’ that ‘he had become accustomed to speaking English rather than Welsh’. Ronnie observed that after the trial which was held in a foreign language the defendant was ‘rightly convicted of murder’ and sentenced to life imprisonment.

In 1983, the screws at Risley Remand Centre were notorious for inflicting gratuitous violence upon the inmates; for refusing to ensure that Welsh speaking inmates could understand what was being said; and for doing deals with corrupt police officers and lawyers in which prisoners were framed. Prisoners knew when this might be going on because they found that they were spending inordinately long periods of time in Risley, as their cases were inexplicably repeatedly adjourned or charges were altered. People I know who were in Risley spoke of hearing the screams of the other prisoners at night as they were beaten up by the warders and one man whom I met in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh described how he was sharing a cell with a suicidal man who began his final successful suicide bid when they were in the cell together. The Denbigh patient rang and rang for the warders but no-one answered. He then spent a considerable period of time in the cell with the corpse. I was told by other people who had been in Risley that the warders ‘never’ answered the bell no matter how serious the situation. It was policy not to answer.

Risley was the domain of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends.

Ronnie’s book mentioned something that I was unaware of – that those providing the interpretation for Welsh language court hearings were often Nonconformist Ministers. The sort of dispossessed people from Gwynedd who ended up in the clutches of Risley Remand Centre very often spoke Welsh and spoke it far better than English but were not very good at reading and writing Welsh. They certainly would not usually have the literary proficiency in Welsh that a Nonconformist Minister would have. The difference in their abilities would often be so great that the interpreter, if he was unscrupulous, would be able to substantially mislead the defendant…

 

No wonder Huw Daniel ensured that the Rev Emyr Owen went to prison for crimes so bizarre that no-one would ever listen to a word that Emyr said again.

 

 

The head of Ronnie’s Chambers at one time was Gerald Thesiger QC, the cousin of Wilfred Thesiger, the last of the Great Imperial Explorers. Ronnie himself became head of Chambers in 1975.

Lord Morris of Borth-y-Gest was another member of Ronnie’s Chambers and other tenants included John Roch, as well as Lord Gareth Williams of Mostyn – a very good friend of the paedophiles who was Attorney General under Blair, 1999-2001 (see post ‘People With Energy’) – Gerard Elias QC, who assisted old Ronnie at the Waterhouse Inquiry and Patrick Harrington. One of the juniors in the Chambers was H.J. Baxter, a County Court judge who had served as a Lt Col in the Intelligence Corps during WWII. As did a number of those who protected Dafydd and the paedophiles. Baxter shared a room in Chambers with Anthony Barrowclough, who was appointed the first Parliamentary Ombudsman in 1985.

Ronnie Waterhouse became a QC in 1969, the same year as Mars-Jones became a judge. The appointments will have been made by Lord Gerald Gardiner, Lord Chancellor under Harold Wilson.

 

William Mars-Jones’s wife Sheila was also a barrister who was a reporter for ‘The Times’ and ‘Weekly Law Reports’. Sheila was also Chair of the London Rent Tribunals.

William Mars-Jones was a good friend of paedophiles’ friend barrister Peter Thomas, Conservative MP for Conway and then Hendon South and Secretary of State for Wales throughout Ted Heath’s Gov’t (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). Peter Thomas was brought up in Denbighshire.

 

Adam’s Mars-Jones reminds us in his book ‘Kid Gloves’ that his father had a reputation for hating police corruption and the porn industry. Huw Daniel had exactly the same reputation – but I know that Huw didn’t always act on his publicly pronounced principles…

Adam discusses his father’s reputation for ‘charm’ and ‘charisma’ and observes that in reality his father often behaved in a rather lame, witless way and not just in the company of his family. He noticed that nonetheless people who were not family members would continue to fall around laughing and maintain the myth that William Mars-Jones was something special when the evidence was in front of them at that very moment that he wasn’t. Adam states that it was as if his father was constantly in a game of ‘Simon Says’, except that his father didn’t need to do the ‘Simon Says’ bit – ‘he just said things and people surrendered all resistance’.

I’ve taken a bit of interest in people who are described in the sort of terms that Adam’s father was, because a number of the paedophiles’ friends – including Dafydd – were regularly described in such terms in north Wales. Now there are some people who do have charisma and charm and can dupe people, but believe me, Dafydd was not one of them. There was only one reason why no-one was prepared to discuss Dafydd’s ludicrous yet very unacceptable conduct in realistic terms – they were frightened of him because they knew that he was very, very nasty with equally nasty associates. No-one who met Dafydd really found him charming – if he was trying to be nice he was a creep and a ham and when there were no witnesses about he was frankly intimidating. People who could not deny Dafydd’s excesses took refuge in statements about him being ‘eccentric’. No, eccentric people simply pursue their own path with little regard for social convention – they don’t run sex trafficking gangs.

Dafydd’s mate and protector Professor Robert Owen was described in his obituaries as ‘charming’ with an ability to ‘persuade people to do things without them realising it’. When I met Professor Owen he was indeed charming and he gave every impression of being very unhappy with what had happened to me at the hands of Dafydd and being determined to get to the bottom of it. That was why I agreed to the terms of his inquiry. What I didn’t know was that Professor Owen was a liar – he was a friend of Dafydd’s, a friend of Tony Francis’s, a friend of Robert Bluglass’s and indeed was well networked into the whole paedophile gang.  If I really wanted to, I could lie through my teeth and mislead people as well, but I wouldn’t mistake this for having special qualities – particularly if I was in a senior position professionally and able to end the careers of anyone who crossed my path.

It’s no great mystery Adam – they were a bunch of ruthless, white collar crooks who mixed in circles of vacuous, unprincipled, rather weak people. Your father was feared because innocent people knew that they could be framed and imprisoned and those who were Top Doctors had the ultimate weapon – when you get ill, we will not treat you no matter how serious your condition. This was what happened to me and to other people who challenged them. People were left with agonising conditions (for which the Top Docs themselves rushed straight to the opiates if they were afflicted) and were refused all care and treatment. The Top Docs have done their worst to me and good friends of mine for 30 years now – they didn’t predict that we would arrive at the place satirised in Monty Python’s Life Of Brian, where the man is about to be stoned to death for saying ‘Jehova’ and John Cleese tells him that he’ll make it worse for himself if he says ‘Jehova’ again. So the man yells ‘how can it be worse, I’m going to be stoned to death, Jehova, Jehova, Jehova’.

You idiots Top Docs – some of my friends are dead, I’ve been refused treatment for the only three serious conditions that I have ever had and was left to die on each occasion, Brown and another witness were left in agony for days when they had kidney stones and ended up piddling the stone out a la the Middle Ages and there have been repeated attempts to imprison me. So now you’ve got this blog.

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova.

 

Adam’s book mentions the John Vassall spying case which severely embarrassed the Macmillan Gov’t until the Profumo Affair eclipsed it. Vassall was a gay civil servant who was blackmailed into spying for the Soviet Union for a number of years in the 1950s and 60s. Vassall worked at the Admiralty in the Naval Intelligence Division and then in the Private Office of Tam Galbraith, a Tory politician and Civil Lord of the Admiralty. After letters from Galbraith were found in Vassall’s possession, there was rumour and speculation that Galbraith and Vassall were involved sexually and that Galbraith might have shielded Vassall. A committee of civil servants investigated and cleared Galbraith but no-one was very convinced so the PM ordered another inquiry which concluded that no-one at all in any senior position had assisted Vassall.

Earlier in his career Tam Galbraith had served in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve along with the best of them…

Tam Galbraith was the Tory MP for Glashow Hillhead, 1948-82. His death triggered the by-election which saw paedophiles’ friend and mentor to Tony Blair Roy Jenkins became the SDP member for Hillhead.

 

After he was released from prison in 1972, John Vassall changed his name and lived in St John’s Wood – which was where Ronnie Waterhouse lived – and worked for a firm of solicitors at Gray’s Inn. Mars-Jones was a member of Gray’s Inn and lived in a Gray’s Inn apartment. Vassall died after suffering a heart attack on a London bus. In Nov 1996. Just after Ronnie opened the Waterhouse Inquiry.

 

After William Mars-Jones died, when Adam sorted through his possessions he found a few memorable objects. One was a gift that a defendant had given William after William had successfully defended him on charges related to crimes involving steel, although the evidence against the defendant had been substantial. The defendant had sent Mars-Jones a gift made of steel engraved with the slogan ‘in appreciation of the preservation of my stainless character’. Adam also found an over-the-top Christmas card that Sheikh Ahmad Yamani, the Saudi oil Minister, had given William Mars-Jones in 1984. Adam was perplexed because he was unaware that his father had known Sheikh Yamani.

Sheikh Yamani does however seem to have had a few dealings with people in Wales. George Thomas became friendly with him in 1977 and the Sheikh subsequently flew Thomas and Thomas’s dodgy money lender friend Julian Hodge around in the Sheikh’s private jet (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’).

 

William Mars-Jones was friends with Philip Yorke, the last ‘squire’ of Erddig, the stately home near Wrexham which is now in the hands of the National Trust.

Whereas Ronnie was Treasurer of Middle Temple, Mars-Jones was Treasurer of Gray’s Inn.

Another associate of Mars-Jones’s was Sir Edward Gardner QC. Gardner was a resident of Gray’s Inn who had the required CV – he had served in the Royal Naval Volunteer Reserve and had spent many years as a Tory MP. Gardner was for 25 years a Governor of the Thomas Coram Foundation for Children, which acted as a magnet for paedophiles’ friends.

Adam Mars-Jones mentions the Preacher of Gray’s Inn, the Rev Roger Holloway. The Rev Roger was a rather unusual Rev. Roger Holloway went to Eastbourne College and then spent his national service in Kenya during the Emergency. Roger shot a Mau Mau insurgent whom he came across in a forest at night dead and did the same to a buffalo. Holloway brought the buffalo’s head back to the UK with him and had it mounted above his bed in his London flat. Holloway spent time as a big game hunter and also worked for Pfizer as a salesman and brand manager, flogging the slimming range Limmits. In 1960 he joined the advertising agency Robert Sharpe and Partners, managing the Players and Unilever accounts. In 1963 he embarked on a long career in the wine business when he joined the Charrington United Breweries Group (later Bass Charrington). He then moved to Jardine Matheson and was MD of its wines and spirits division, 1982-88.

By this time Holloway had become actively engaged in the Church. A protégé of his friend Robert Runcie, he was ordained a priest by the Archbishop at Lambeth Palace in 1981. He served as a ‘worker-priest’ at St John’s Cathedral in Hong Kong, the Anglican church in Tokyo and at the US Central Intelligence and National Security Agency facilities in Asia.

In 1988 Holloway returned to London. As Priest-Vicar at St Margaret’s, Westminster, he took his turn at prayers in the House of Commons, where he became a favourite of the then Speaker Betty Boothroyd. He combined this role with the duties of appeals Director of the Imperial Cancer Research Fund and Director of the Industrial Christian Fellowship. Holloway will have been aware of the scams within the Imperial Cancer Research Fund which erupted in the form of the Bristol Cancer Centre/Chilvers Report Scandal in 1990 (see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’).

In 1997 Holloway was elected Preacher (effectively Chaplain) to Gray’s Inn, continuing in this post until his death in 2010.

William Mars-Jones knew Sir Hildreth Glyn-Jones, who had qualified as a pharmacist before practising as a barrister. Glyn-Jones was leader of the Chester and Wales Circuit in the mid-1940s and a Recorder of Cardiff in the late 1940s/early 1950s. He became a High Court judge and after he retired he became a Fellow of the Royal Pharmaceutical Society in 1975.

 

Ronnie worked with a number of junior barristers who later became even more well-known than the rest of Ronnie’s friends and colleagues. In 1977 Ronnie was working on a case with his junior Derry Irvine, who in turn rolled up with his two juniors, a Cherie Booth and a Tony Blair. Ronnie was mates with George Carman QC anyway, the crooked barrister (see posts ‘No Ordinary Methods’ and ‘No Ordinary Methods – Supplementary Post’) whom Tony Blair worked for. Ronnie was good friends with Derry Irvine and Derry’s wife Alison (who later left Derry Irvine for Donald Dewar) and in 1978 Ronnie holidayed in a French chateau located near to where Alison and Derry Irvine were also holidaying.

When Ronnie nipped over to Hong Kong in 1997 for a break to relieve the tedium of listening to the witnesses during the Waterhouse Inquiry (see post ‘Mr Thomas Waterhouse – An Apology’) he ended up having tea and a chat with the Governor, one Chris Patten and his wife Lavender. Derry had a hand in organising the jaunt.

Lavender was later a Patron of Prof Mark Williams’s Oxford Mindfulness Centre. As if being Patron of a Centre built on the back of a research fraud committed by a paedophiles’ friend wasn’t sufficient (see post ‘The Biggest Expert Of The Lot’), Lavender was Patron whilst her husband was Chancellor of Oxford University – which employed Mark Williams and hosted his Centre…

 

 

Whereas William Mars-Jones was a good friend of Ronnie’s who exerted great influence in north Wales, Ronnie also had a mate who was revered and feared in south Wales – Leo Abse, the lawyer who was the Labour MP for Pontypool and then Torfaen for decades. Abse was one of Ronnie’s neighbours in north London and Ronnie was friendly enough with him to go on holiday to the south of Italy with Abse and his wife Marjory. They were joined by Thatcher’s mate Woodrow Wyatt and his wife Verushka (see post ‘An Appalling Vista’); Kingsley Amis’s wife; Roy Jenkins and Bill Rodgers; Robin Day. Peregrine Worsthorne joined in the party – he stayed at the Abse’s place.

Peregrine Worsthorne spent many years working at the Telegraph and for many years edited ‘The Sunday Telegraph’ where he published opinions that were not usually found even in ‘The Sunday Telegraph’. A memorable column of Perry’s argued that working class people should not be allowed to enter universities – this was many years before ‘widening participation’ – because it would give them a glimpse of a lifestyle to which they could never aspire and they’d become all resentful and rebellious. Before Perry points at me as a prime example, I’ll remind him that I only went off the rails when I discovered that a great many Top Docs and others were concealing organised crime. I wasn’t exactly a Conservative voter before that, but to be honest Perry, I didn’t imagine that I would ever one day publish something like this blog…

In recent years Perry has become a figure of fun because after many years of loyal service railing against homosexuality, Perry has provided detailed descriptions of his homosexual encounters at Stowe School with, I think, George Melly.

Perry defended the conduct of Pinochet’s forces in the 1973 Chilean coup, and wrote that he hoped the British Army would launch a coup in Britain if a radical minority socialist government should ever enter power.

 

Ronnie Waterhouse obviously found Sicily to his liking, he crashed out there again in 2003 with Geoffrey and Elspeth Howe and David and Anna Skeggs. Dr David Skeggs was an oncologist who studied at Oxford and Barts. He did his national service with the Royal Navy and then returned to Barts to work. Skeggs was Director of the Radiology Centre at the Royal Free Hospital, 1964-88. After Skeggs left the NHS he became Director of Radiotherapy at the private Cromwell Hospital.

In 1997, following revelations that some women with breast and cervical cancers were being given substandard radiotherapy treatments at some hospitals, Skeggs appeared on ‘Panorama’ to help draw attention to a problem which he regarded as wholly avoidable. Although Skeggs will have known that this was happening for years…

The pressure group RAGE (Radiotherapy Action Group Exposure) had been fighting for compensation for patients with radiation-induced injuries for several years, and Skeggs explained that he had decided to speak out because he felt that ‘somebody in the medical establishment has got to stand up and speak for them’. Not that Skeggs had ever done so previously.

In retirement, Skeggs directed his energies to supporting the UCL Cancer Institute Research Trust as a Trustee and, from 2006, as Chairman. He played a major role in raising £4 million for a special facility for patients taking part in clinical trials of new treatments for cancer and led the charity in developing facilities at the new UCL Cancer Institute in Bloomsbury and at the college’s Royal Free Hospital campus. Whilst he knew that the research fraud and ineffective treatment of patients was continuing.

 

Ronnie Waterhouse also took holidays with Leon and Diana Brittan.

Ronnie acquired a taste for indulgent holidays years before he joined the Cosa Nostra on a regular basis – his book mentions a ‘sybaritic summer holiday’ in the south of France that he took in 1957, with the Hoosons and Robin Day – they were joined by the BBC producer John Danvers.

 

In 1971-72 Ronnie was involved in an action for slander involving Leo Abse, in which Leon Brittan, Ronnie’s junior, was defending. Leon Brittan worked as Ronnie’s junior again in 1976 when Arthur Scargill sued the ‘Sheffield Star’ for libel.

I have blogged about Leo Abse previously – he was an unpleasant aggressive man who was a lifelong friend of George Thomas and concealed George Thomas’s child molesting ways by resorting to bribery and intimidation when necessary (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’). Leo Abse has been the subject of an investigation into historical child abuse himself and he was someone whose writings and conduct were very obviously questionable at times, but I would imagine that as in the case of William Mars-Jones, a lot of people were just far too frightened of Abse to state the obvious.

Abse came from a legal family which also numbered among its members psychoanalysts and Top Doctors – the most famous being Danny Abse – and Abse had a big interest in psychoanalysis himself. Leo Abse did sometimes use psychoanalytic theory to make some interesting observations, but he very obviously also used the Top Docs ploy and utilised psychoanalytic theory to excuse himself or simply to throw mud at his opponents.

I have just finished reading Abse’s volume ‘Tony Blair: The Man Behind The Smile’. Not only does Abse extrapolate to ridiculous lengths on the basis of the limited information that Blair has made publicly available about his early life, but Abse really chucks the abuse about on the grounds of Blair and Cherie’s allegedly ‘dysfunctional’ families. This is a man who was close friends over decades with a brutal, lying child molester – but George Thomas was, Abse tells, us a pure Christian soul with noble motivations who was burdened by being gay.

A further irony is the amount of time in ‘Tony Blair: The Man Behind The Smile’ that Abse devotes to ‘perverts’ – he seems to be referring to sado-masochists. Give me a sado-masochist over a child molester any day Leo. Abse bangs on at length about narcissists – like Blair was at university according to Abse – who grow their hair long and wear colourful ridiculous clothes (in Blair’s case, purple loons). As I was reading this, my first thought was that long hair and colourful loons were standard issue for young people of Blair’s generation and then I remembered that one Leo Abse was well-known for his highly decorative coloured waistcoats – very nice waistcoats in fact. Abse had obviously foreseen the charges of hypocrisy – he explained that his bright waistcoats weren’t a sign of narcissism, that was just everybody else’s coloured waistcoats. No, Leo’s coloured waistcoats were a sign of him expressing his individuality and rebellion on Budget Day…

Leo continues in this vein throughout the book. Everybody else’s family traumas – even ones that aren’t the result of any perceived moral failing such as Blair’s dad’s stroke – allegedly result in damaged, deranged children who grow up to be seriously inadequate people who cannot be trusted on any matter. Even the photo that Cherie issued of her holding her own baby Leo as a newborn demonstrates that Cherie is a crazed nutter who as a mother cannot sacrifice her own needs for the sake of her baby. I too am of the opinion that Cherie is a bit mad but I didn’t draw that conclusion from Cherie having her photo taken with the new baby – I think that is a fairly popular past time among new mothers.

Leo Abse really does rival Dafydd et al in his book. Questionable psychoanalytic theory is used to discredit the actions and motives of absolutely everybody else, yet the same theory is used to put a positive spin on everything that Leo did – some of which was pretty sordid.

I did however discover something informative but deeply worrying from Leo’s book. That he was a member of the Houghton Committee, whose deliberations led to the Children Act of 1975. Anyone who has known anything about the harsh reality of the UK’s children’s/child protection services over the past few decades has looked on aghast as more and more power has been given to an endemically corrupt, chaotic state system dogged by a major problem with gangs of organised child abusers operating within its ranks. As the years pass with yet more admissions of ‘God there is one hell of a problem here and it is not with inadequate parents’ and the most dreadful first hand tales from kids who grew up in ‘care’ regarding what was done to them whilst they were in ‘care’ continue, legislative changes removing more and more rights from biological parents continue apace, with the people drafting the legislation urging that social workers and Top Doctors should be ‘listened to’. Those of us who have been on the receiving end of those professions respond by wondering whether the politicians/judges making these utterances have ever met one of the social workers or Top Docs in whose opinion they have so much faith.

 

It seems that the rot began with – or was certainly accelerated by – paedophiles’ friend Leo Abse. In 1967 Harold Wilson appointed Jim Callaghan as Home Secretary. Abse, as a result of his concern for children without two stable parents, persuaded Callaghan to establish an advisory committee to deal with this matter, with Abse as a member. Abse had previously set up an all party group of MPs ‘committed to pressurising the Home Office’ to reviewing the adoption and fostering laws.

Abse knew that at that time, fostering and adoption arrangements in the UK were ramshackle. Arrangements were frequently made privately between individuals, or by gynaecologists or hospital matrons and screening procedures by adoption societies frequently involved no more than ensuring that the prospective adoptive parents were of the desired religious denomination. I know of several instances in which mothers were undoubtedly coerced into handing over babies whom they desperately wanted to keep. Not only unmarried mothers either – I know of a case in the mid-1970s in which a pregnant woman in her late 20s from north Wales was banged up in Denbigh and then taken to the St David’s Laundry in Bangor (see post ‘The BMA And It’s Ethics’) to give birth. The baby was unlawfully removed from her by the combined forces of her own mother, the staff of St David’s Laundry and dear old Dafydd et al. The reason? She had left her husband and refused to go back to him when her family ordered her to. This lady then spent the rest of her life as a ‘community psychiatric patient’ under the ‘care of’ the abusive Arfon Community Mental Health Team – as did a daughter to whom she subsequently gave birth. I knew many of the details because I was friendly with her some 17 years ago. Where is she now? She’s dead of course. She was found dead just about the time that the Waterhouse Report was published…

So Abse knew that this sort of thing was going on – rampant abuse on the part of professional people. So who did Callaghan/Abse ensure were the members of the Houghton Committee? The very people who had carried out the abuses of vulnerable pregnant women – ‘for politically correct reasons, one Tory MP…the other members all already had, as directors of social service departments or adoption societies, as paediatricians, child psychiatrists or jurists, considerable fieldwork experience in adoption’.

If Leo Abse had wanted to increase the abuses in the system he could not have done better. By the time that the Committee was established, paedophiles had infiltrated most of the social services depts in the UK and many of the gangs were linked. The Committee was Chaired by Sir William Houghton. William Houghton worked for ILEA – which had been infiltrated by paedophiles…

The Houghton Committee sat for three years, ‘taking evidence’ and then ‘produced a unanimous report’. William Houghton himself died during that time.

After Abse et al had produced their report with recommendations, Abse wanted action and quickly. So her persuaded Dr David Owen – Dr Death was still a back bencher at the time – to sponsor an Adoption Bill. According to Abse, he approached Dr Death because Dr Death had been fortunate enough to have drawn in the Private Members ballot the right to have time to introduce a bill. Not only was Dr Death up for playing ball, but Abse, Dr Death et al got their act together to such an extent that they had their legislation ready and waiting for the incoming Labour Gov’t when Heath’s administration fell. Bills usually fell by the wayside with a change of Gov’t – not this one. The incoming Labour Gov’t took it up and it reached the statute book as the Children’s Act of 1975.

 

On the basis of Abse’s account, there seems to have been a great many fortuitous events involved in all this. Abse just happened to have set up an all party group just before Jim Callaghan just happened to be appointed as Home Secretary, who just happened to be receptive to Abse’s request and then Dr Death was up for grabs as soon as Abse’s Committee of paedophiles’ friends had written their Report. Even a change of Gov’t didn’t disrupt the process – the new (Labour) Gov’t took up the Bill and within months, bingo, Abse and the paedophiles’ friends were home and dry.

 

I have no idea how many of those involved in this were ‘charmed’ by the ‘charismatic’ Leo Abse or how many were intimidated by this deeply unpleasant man into following his orders.

 

I have mentioned in previous posts that John Allen set up the Bryn Alyn Community in 1968 and by the mid-1970s business was booming. Allen’s venture was followed by a number of other people arriving in north Wales in possession of enough money to buy isolated old buildings for use as children’s homes or residential schools. The kids housed in those establishments will have been housed there under the Children’s Act 1975…

I have previously wondered who was behind the business model which underpinned the Great North Wales Children’s Home Boom. John Allen came from Ipswich in Suffolk, so he had been on the turf of Dr J.G. Howells, the paedophiles’ friend who pioneered ‘family therapy’.

Howells was originally from Anglesey and studied first at King’s College, London and then at Charing Cross Medical School. He served in Germany as a medical officer to the Northamptonshire Regiment. Theological training led to the award of the AKC, coincident with his medical training.

After training at the National Hospital, London in neurology, Howells trained at the Maudsley Hospital in psychiatry, where he worked for a period in the psychoanalytical unit. He left the Maudsley disillusioned with psychoanalysis in the hope of being able to practice a different psychopathology elsewhere. This was at the inception of the NHS when innovation was encouraged and Howells set up his unit in a general hospital in Ipswich. Howells was the Director of the Institute of Family Psychiatry at Ipswich, 1950-85. The Institute was affiliated to the University of Cambridge and formed part of the postgraduate medical education of that university.

Throughout Howells’s career he sat on numerous influential NHS, professional and academic committees including the East Anglian Regional Hospital Board (1965-74), the Faculty Board of the University of Cambridge Clinical Medical School, the British Medical Association Psychological Medicine Committee and the Council of the Royal Medical Psychological Association. Howells served as Secretary and Editor of the Society of Clinical Psychiatrists.

Howells lectured all over the world, sharing platforms a with many significant individuals of his time, including Benjamin Spock and A.S. Neil. He was a council member of the World Psychiatric Association. The American Psychiatric Association appointed him a distinguished fellow and many American universities offered him chairs. Yale University even offered to transport his whole research team to the US.

Howells was a key figure in the establishment of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, along with Sir Martin Roth and that enormous inexplicable loan from Marks & Spencer (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’).

J.G. Howells will have known Dafydd and many of those who protected Dafydd and he will almost certainly have known Trumpers (see post ’95 Glorious Years!’) and perhaps Tuppence’s wife – Lady Mary Archer – as well (see post ‘Tuppence And His Fragrant Wife’).

 

My suspicions as to who formulated the business plan behind the Great North Wales Children’s Home Boom are increasing… However it certainly never occurred to me that it was Leo Abse who was the driving force behind the legislation which made it all possible.

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova…

 

In ‘Tony Blair: Behind The Smile’, Abse makes reference to dining at Number 10 with Callaghan and his wife Audrey.  Abse approves of Audrey – in his opinion she’s everything that Abse thinks that a woman should be, just a nothing really. I don’t know how fond of Leo Abse Callaghan and his wife really were though. Callaghan did not like Abse’s child molesting mate George Thomas one bit – Callaghan knew of Thomas’s ways, as did most other people in politics in south Wales. However, George Thomas did get on very well with Harold Wilson. It was Harold Wilson who moved Callaghan from the post of Chancellor of the Exchequer to that of Home Secretary in 1967. At that time Bryn Estyn was still managed directly by the Home Office – Callaghan was one of the Home Secretaries who concealed the abuse of the boys there.

 

Audrey Callaghan was derisively named ‘the Yorkshire Pudding’ on account of her not prancing about like Posh Spice. However she had rather more about her than is widely publicised. In 1959 Audrey was elected as the member for Lewisham for the London County Council. She took a special interest in children’s homes and in the Children’s Committee. From 1964 she was an Alderman of the GLC and Chairman of Lewisham Council’s Children’s Committee, where she was an Alderman when the GLC was abolished. Audrey was Chair of Governors for GOSH (Great Ormond Street Hospital), 1969-82 and Chair of the Hospital’s Special Trustees, 1948-90. She was a fundraiser for GOSH for 30 years and for 15 years until 1999 was a Trustee of the Wishing Well Appeal. The spectre of Jimmy Savile looms large.

Jehova, Jehova, Jehova…

In 1987 Jim Callaghan became Lord Callaghan and he and Audrey retired to their farm in East Sussex. They supported causes related to the University College of Swansea, of which Callaghan was President.

The Callaghan’s daughter Baroness Margaret Jay was a good friend to the paedophiles and became a Health Spokesman and Minister for Wimmin under Blair (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends…’).

 

Whilst Leo Abse and the paedophiles’ friends sat on the Houghton Committee, the paedophile who was Abse’s friend, George Thomas, was Secretary of State for Wales. In this capacity Thomas concealed the abuse of children in north Wales. George Thomas was succeeded as Secretary of State for Wales in 1970 by William Mars-Jones’s mate Peter Thomas – who concealed the abuse of children in north Wales, as did every other Secretary of State for Wales (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’).

It was in 1969 whilst George Thomas was Secretary of State for Wales when the responsibilities of the Welsh Office were extended to include Health and Social Services. One year after John Allen set up the Bryn Alyn Community in north Wales…

 

Leo Abse did of course have previous for successfully getting legislation through Parliament. It was Leo Abse who sponsored the private member’s bill after Harold Wilson won the 1966 General Election which was supported by Home Secretary Roy Jenkins – another paedophiles’ friend (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part I’) and led to the Sexual Offences Act 1967 and the partial decriminalisation of male homosexuality.

The irony was that years after Leo Abse’s efforts succeeded in decriminalising homosexuality, up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh Dafydd and Gwynne were inflicting their own special brand of torture on adult gay men in the name of ‘aversion therapy’. Whilst they ran a sex abuse ring whose activities included concealing child abuse and trafficking the children who were in care – thanks to the Children Act 1975 – into gay sex work…

 

Either Leo Abse was working very hard to engineer a situation in which adult gay men with a predatory nature could have sex with coerced teenaged boys or Leo Abse was a very confused man.

Leo Abse was succeeded as the Labour MP for Torfaen by Paul Murphy. Blair had appointed Paul Murphy as Secretary of State for Wales by the time that Ronnie completed the Waterhouse Report and it was Paul Murphy who took receipt of the Report and declared himself to be delighted that a transparent and through investigation had been conducted with not an element of a cover-up. Before becoming an MP, Paul Murphy had spent many years as a Councillor in Torfaen. He knew Abse well.

 

Leo’s friend Ronnie Waterhouse did a bit of trailblazing for sexual liberation himself. Interestingly, Adam Mars-Jones’s book tells us that it was Ronnie Waterhouse who spent much time trying to enlighten William Mars-Jones – unsuccessfully – re homosexuality.

In 1965 Ronnie was instructed by the solicitors Lawford and Co to act in a case for the Albany Trust. The Albany Trust began life as a respectable charity whose work complemented that of the Homosexual Law Reform Society. When male homosexuality was partially decriminalised in 1967, the Albany Trust metamorphosed into an educational and counselling organisation, including developing sex education. The Albany Trust rather lost its way and was brought into disrepute when it produced literature in collaboration with paedophiles’ rights groups PIE and PAL. In the 1980s, the Home Office whilst Ronnie’s friend Leon Brittan was Home Secretary, funded the Albany Trust to carry out some questionable ‘research’.

 

I mentioned in my post ‘Pets Win Prizes’ that within days of the Jillings Report being submitted – the Jillings Investigation being the first external inquiry into the abuse of children in the care of Clwyd County Council (see post ‘It’s A Piece Of Cake’) – Clwyd County Council was dissolved in a local authority reorganisation by the Local Gov’t Boundary Commission.

Ronnie Waterhouse joined the Boundary Commission in 1972 and reviewed boundaries across the whole of Wales for the next four years. Ronnie stated that a ‘most influential fellow member’ was Dr Elwyn Davies, who was Secretary of the Council for the University of Wales for many years, then the Welsh Secretary for Education and then in 1977 was appointed as the President of the National Library of Wales. Other members included Winifred Matthias, the former Tory Lord Mayor of Cardiff and Bill Coleman, a Labour Councillor from Gelligaer.

In 1974, veteran paedophiles’ friend Lord John Morris – whom Blair brought out of mothballs and appointed as Attorney General when Blair was elected as PM in 1997 – asked Ronnie to take over the Chairmanship of the Boundary Commission for Wales. Morris had been a pupil in Ronnie’s Chambers. William Mars-Jones’s mate Lord Peter Thomas, John Morris’s predecessor, had appointed the members of the Boundary Commission, but Morris was able to either accept or reject them. The Deputy Chairman of the Commission was Michael Gibbon QC – who was godfather to Ronnie’s daughter Laura. Gibbon – who became a senior circuit judge and recorder of Cardiff – succeeded Ronnie as Chairman of the Boundary Commission in 1978. Gibbon is a member of the Council of the Honourable Society of Cymmrodorion. He lives in London and works from Chambers there, but his family are from south Wales. His wife Amanda’s parents farm in mid-Wales. Much of Gibbon’s work at the Bar has involved representing Gov’t Depts. Probably when they have flouted the law or harmed citizens.

I highly recommend readers to pay a quick visit to the website of the Honourable Society of Cymmorodorion. The entire Society is composed of members of the Royal Family or paedophiles’ friends.

 

 

After all that bad publicity when the Tawel Fan Scandal reared its head again last week, I was expecting a TV programme about some wonderful aspect of life in Gwynedd or perhaps an announcement that a ‘research team’ based at the Betsi has scored another first. I was not disappointed – BBC News Wales online are reporting that cancer time waiting lists in Wales are the best in the UK! Which does not explain why the clinical outcomes are far from the best in the UK…

In the light of the paedophiles’ friends continuing the PR war, I’ll name a few more sinners.

Caaaaam on….

 

Ruhi Behi, the former Head of the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University. Behi was an Angel from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh who went to UCNW to do a psychology degree. Behi did emerge with a degree but students on his course were convinced that he had obtained it fraudulently. Not only did they never see Behi in lectures, but he was also working as an Angel in the C&A Hospital in Bangor throughout the whole time. Two of the psychology students were watching carefully and they are convinced that someone else was attending the course and sat finals in Behi’s name. This was back in the 1980s and such practices were known to have happened at Aston University at the time, although in the case of Aston it had involved some wealthy students from the Middle East who had sent their servants over to Aston to undertake their degrees for them. The attitude of the Top Docs and Angels at Denbigh was so dreadful that they’d have had no problem using the services of servants. In fact Dafydd did so regularly…

When Head of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor, Behi presided over an appalling regime of homophobia and – ironically – racist bullying. I was told stories of overseas students being told that they ‘smelt’ so much that it was necessary to lock them outside of shared offices and of ethnic minority students on placement at Wrexham travelling miles to submit course work, only to be told by vindictive staff when they arrived that ‘the office is closed now’, the decision to close having been taken as soon as the student was seen approaching the building.

Many staff and students simply left the School of Healthcare Sciences in a hurry without explanation but a number did try to make representation about the appalling conduct of Behi and some of his colleagues. I knew two people who knew one of those who did try to raise the alarm very well. She was a young woman who was doing a PhD in that School who was effectively driven to a nervous breakdown by her PhD supervisor. This young woman couldn’t understand why there had been no response to her complaints. She eventually left with no resolution and after a period of illness, took up a job in Liverpool. I was told that she left ‘feeling very bad about her time in Bangor’. After the student left, the PhD supervisor concerned stated that her student had been ‘like a frightened rabbit caught in the headlights’. A colleague observed that therefore the main beam should have been switched off.

The PhD student who followed in the footsteps of the frightened rabbit was treated just as badly by the same supervisor. This supervisor wrote derogatory – and factually inaccurate – comments about the PhD student’s work (I saw the documents concerned). This PhD student also had a breakdown and left without completing his PhD. Before he withdrew, I accompanied him to a meeting in the University HR Dept during which his supervisor’s conduct was explained in detail. We were told that the supervisor was known to be a problem but we were warned that if the student made a formal complaint, the PhD supervisor would make a counter-allegation – she had told a number of her colleagues that she wanted to leave Bangor University and if possible she wanted a payout before she left. There was double trouble because this woman’s husband was also in dispute with Bangor University, having recently left his job there to join Glyndwr University.

The PhD supervisor concerned did leave, to take up a post of Chair of Nursing in Glyndwr University. She left Bangor at the same time as one of her colleagues, who was responsible for postgraduate students. When he left, a stack of letters was found in his old office – complaining about the dreadful conduct of the now Chair of Nursing at Glyndwr University. None of the very serious complaints had been dealt with.

So who was this Professorial Angel who induced breakdowns in PhD students and whom the University did not dare challenge for fear that she would make counter-allegations against the students if she was challenged?

Step forward Professor Fiona Irvine, who is now Head of Nursing at Birmingham University and a specialist in ‘end of life care’ no less. Fiona certainly ended a few academic lives when she was at Bangor. She left behind a trail of damaged students who had been reduced to jelly. Particularly one clever young Welshman whom Fiona LOATHED because he was bright and could see that academically she could not cut the mustard.

Fiona Irvine was involved in community nursing in north Wales. She will have known about the abuse of children and mental health patients.

Irvine began life as an Angel at Hammersmith Hospital in the 1980s. So she will have witnessed the malpractice and research fraud there that I did at that time. Only Irvine chose to join in the party.

 

Ruhi Behi co-authored academic articles as all aspiring Angels are now required to do. One of Ruhi’s articles appeared in the ‘British Journal of Nursing’ in 1995 and was entitled ‘Ethical Issues in Research’. Obviously a colleague of Dafydd’s who worked in a region where fraud in ‘healthcare research’ was endemic would know all about this.

Ruhi’s article was coauthored by Dr Mike Nolan. Dr Mike Nolan is now Professor Mike Nolan of Sheffield University. Mike was the first Professor of Gerontological Nursing in the UK! Where did Mike gain such expertise? Er – in the Deiniol Day Hospital in Ysbyty Gwynedd in the early 1990s. I remember the Deiniol Day Hospital well – it was next door to the Menai Day Hospital for the mental health patients. Mike’s managers were the very same people whose conduct I have detailed on this blog – people who ignored patient complaints, who forged documentation, who were fiddling the finances in a major way, who lied and lied and lied both in Court and elsewhere. And who were concealing serious criminality.

The glorious legacy of Mike Nolan and those other leaders in north Wales who had so much expertise in the care of elderly people has now exploded in the form of Tawel Fan.

I knew someone who undertook a student placement in Mike’s Deiniol Day Centre. They told me that it was not quite what Mike pretended that it was…

Mike entered nursing in the 1970s. Before that he trained as teacher.

Anyone for concealing child abuse?

 

I mentioned that Fiona Irvine worked at Hammersmith and joined in the party. Someone else from Hammersmith did that as well – one of the students who was with me on the MSc in Experimental Pathology, 1986-87, at Hammersmith Hospital/Royal Postgraduate Medical School. There was much malpractice witnessed by the students on that course and as a result by the end of the course no-one wanted to take a job at Hammersmith/RPMS. A lot of students were very voluble about the misconduct that was prevalent. There was however one student who, when we began the course, was as critical as everyone else but at some point became very, very friendly with the course leader, Dr Malcolm Alison and Alison’s boss, Professor Sir Nick Wright (see post ‘A Cause Close To Our Hearts’). Other people knew this student much better than I did and denounced him as being completely unscrupulous – there were also allegations that he was needlessly cruel to research animals.

That student emerged from the course with a distinction, but more mysteriously with a place to study medicine as a mature student funded by the Royal College of Surgeons no less. Allegations flew that a very, very dirty deal had been entered into. I have no idea of what the basis of the dirty deal was alleged to have been, but it was presumed by everyone that this student had discovered wrongdoing of such enormous proportions that he had been bought off.

So who was the lucky lad? None other than Dr Cyril Rooney, who is now the senior consultant in respiratory medicine at the Mayo University Hospital in Ireland. Dr Rooney was the centre of a bit of adverse publicity a few years ago when a patient in his care died. The patient’s family kicked up a fuss and eventually there was an investigation which revealed that Dr Cyril Rooney didn’t know – or at least claimed not to know – about the actions of his junior colleague which had resulted in the patient’s death. The dead man’s family alleged that the hospital had been most reluctant to come clean about the circumstances of the patient’s death and had attempted a cover-up.

 

Now for another memory of life at St George’s Hospital Medical School, circa 1990. I was reminded of this the other day when someone observed that although medical schools have been banging on about training medical students in communication for many years now, many doctors still have great problems talking to patients.

St George’s liked to think that it was at the cutting edge of medical education and the students were given a heavy dose of the fluffy bits of medicine such as ‘communication’. Did the students respond positively to this? Not really, they thought that it was all a bit bizarre. One reason why this conclusion was drawn was that St George’s really pushed the boat out and along with communication, the students were also subjected to a module on ‘sexuality’ to broaden their horizons. It certainly did – it blew their minds. They were given talks by gay people which involved graphic descriptions of gay sex, but the students were broadly OK with that. After all, some of them were gay. What caused the excitement was The Videos. The students were shown videos of people having sex. There was one video which was the subject of intense discussion – the video of elderly people having sex with each other. The questions on every student’s lips were ‘how the hell did anyone get the elderly people to agree to be filmed doing THAT???’

But St George’s had access to some people whose lifestyles differed from the rest of us. Such as Professor Oliver Brooke, their Prof of Paediatrics, who was jailed for the possession of huge amounts of child porn just before the grumble flicks for the med students were made.

Want more Top Docs? Caaaaam on….

 

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Cottaging At Castle Gate

Previous posts have discussed Ron Davies – the former Labour MP for Caerphilly, 1983-01, Labour AM for Caerphilly, 1999-03 and Secretary of State for Wales, 1997-98 – and how Blair was just about to confirm that Ron would be First Secretary (First Minister) in the soon to be established National Assembly for Wales when Ron was caught with his trousers down on Clapham Common with a male prostitute called Boogie and had to resign as Secretary of State (see post ‘The Cradle Of Filth’). No-one ever quite got to the bottom of what had happened between Ron and Boogie because Alastair Campbell and Blair micromanaged what was made public about the incident. A number of versions of events were in circulation, including claims that Ron had been discovered starkers, or wearing women’s clothes. It was said that Ron had been mugged – yet Boogie the alleged mugger was interviewed by the police and not charged with any offence.

Rhodri Morgan’s autobiography has quite a lot to say about Ron – Rhodri was a good mate of his. Rhodri claims that Boogie ‘forced’ Ron to go to a cash machine, but kept Ron’s car because Ron forgot his PIN. Rhodri claims that the Boogie business came as a complete shock to him and questioned whether Ron really was someone who would ‘strike up a conversation with a total stranger from the margins of society on the grass verge on the edge of Clapham Common and then agree to go for a meal later that night with the man and his friends’.

Although Rhodri claimed to be completely surprised regarding the Boogie incident, he makes a number of other comments which suggest that he should not have been in the least bit surprised by it.

Rhodri admits that he had heard rumours concerning Ron’s ‘other life’, including information that Ron was frequenting a Turkish bath in Newport. There was rather very much more than a vague rumour about a Turkish bath.

Rhodri tells us that Brian Radford, a journo for ‘The People’, had heard rumours that Ron had driven in a private car up the A 470 and stopped at a public bogs known as a gay meeting place. Furthermore, ‘gay Welsh Tories’ had told Neil Wooding – ‘a prominent gay Welsh Labour figure’ – that Ron was ‘cottaging at Castle Gate’. In the same way that Dafydd Wigley claimed not to know what a paedophile was whilst spending decades as the MP for a constituency in which a paedophile gang operated which was assisted by some members of Wigley’s own party – including Ioan Bowen Rees, one of Wigley’s advisors – who occupied offices just around the corner from Wigley’s constituency office (see post ‘It Wasn’t On Our Radar’), Rhodri explained in his memoir that he didn’t know what cottaging was when he was first told that Ron was cottaging at Castle Gate.

So how did Rhodri discover what cottaging involved? A ‘Labour activist in Wrexham’ who worked as a medical secretary in Wrexham Maelor Hospital ‘where related issues’ were dealt with, one Lesley Griffiths, enlightened Rhodri. Lesley explained to Rhodri that cottaging was a term for casual sexual encounters between ‘predatory men’ which took place in public bogs. Lesley certainly knew all about it. Accordingly to Lesley, because the police regularly patrolled the bogs which were known to be used for cottaging purposes and shone torches under the doors in order to see if they could count two pairs of feet in a cubicle rather than just one, cottaging men busy in the cubicles would ensure that one of them stood in shopping bags placed on the floor. Thus the police would only spot two feet and some bags of shopping rather than four incriminating feet.

I am certainly impressed with Lesley Griffiths’ knowledge of cottaging. I didn’t know that about the shopping bags until I read Rhodri’s book. Neither did I realise that Lesley Griffiths’ work at Wrexham Maelor involved matters relating to cottaging men – I presumed that she just typed up letters concerning abdominal surgery or some such matter. In 2007, nearly ten years after Ron resigned over his liaison with Boogie, Lesley Griffiths was elected as the AM for Wrexham.

In 2011 Griffiths was promoted to the position of Health Minister and what a bloody wet blanket she was. My post ‘History Repeats Itself, First As Tragedy, Second As Farce’ describes how dismal Griffiths’ performance was and how she ignored correspondence from me regarding the harassment and threats that I was receiving from the paedophiles’ friends employed in the north Wales NHS. Griffiths was in post when I had to flee north west Wales after I received a midnight visitor – who was seen off by my dog – and after cars were driven carelessly in my direction at a high speed on a number of occasions. Then there was the incident when someone who had provided a statement about the harassment of me by senior managers of the NW Wales NHS Trust was threatened by a policeman with a gun. A few days later I was trailed through Cricieth and beyond by the same policeman with a gun…

None of this should surprise us. Whilst Lesley was busy being ‘a Labour activist’ she was a Wrexham Councillor. The Wrexham Councillors – with the noble exception of Malcolm King – completely ignored the activities of the paedophile gang on their doorstep. The victims of that paedophile gang were being taken to local GPs and Wrexham Maelor Hospital with non-accidental injuries that were never investigated. One boy with anal injuries was told that he had ‘piles’.

Lesley – if you knew about the intricacies of cottaging and you worked in a dept in the Maelor which dealt with ‘related matters’, presumably you would have been fully aware that teenaged boys don’t tend to have piles and that piles don’t result in anal injury. Although serious sexual assault does. How was it that you knew about the shopping bags but not about the paedophile ring, whereas I – who have never worked in Wrexham Maelor dealing with cottaging-related matters – knew about the paedophile gang on your patch, but not the shopping bags?

Lesley Griffith grew up near Wrexham and has spent her whole life there. How she missed that paedophile gang or the criminal Top Doctors and social workers who have surrounded her for her entire existence I do not know.

I’m not an aficionado like Lesley, but I knew back in 1984 that cottaging was going on in Bangor and furthermore that the particular brand of cottaging happening in the notorious Garth Road public conveniences did not involve consenting adult Ron Davies’s, but rather the propositioning of boys as young as eight by older men. The problem was so bad that a lady magistrate – I can’t remember her name – spoke about it to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’. She observed that it was outrageous that this was going on and she even gave a description of ‘the man in a flashy car’ who had been seen loitering around the bogs in question. The lady magistrate was particularly critical of the police whom she maintained were wilfully ignoring what was happening.

The reason why the business of the molesters in Garth Road public toilets being allowed to go about their business unhindered caused such uproar in Bangor was that Garth Road public toilets were situated directly opposite Bangor Police Station (the Police Station in Bangor relocated more recently). The police could have just looked out of their front window if they wanted to keep an eye on Garth Road public toilets.

Considering how serious the problem was, the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ paid remarkably little attention to it – they reported the concerns of that magistrate and then never returned to the subject. But then the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ had an interesting choice of articles. There was a vicious paedophile ring associated with serious organised crime operating in the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor but never a word was published about it. There was bugger all coverage of the matter even when the Waterhouse Inquiry was taking place.

What the Bangor and Anglesey did publish however was articles in praise of Dr Dafydd Alun Jones – particularly in 1993-95 when Dafydd had become too embarrassing even for the NHS in north Wales and there was pressure on him to retire, pressure that he was doing all that he could to resist (see post ‘The Evolution Of A Drugs Baron?’). The ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ entertained the patients of the Hergest Unit by repeatedly describing Dafydd as ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’. Dafydd was not even a forensic psychiatrist let alone Europe’s leading. The Mail also waxed lyrical about the excellent forward thinking North Wales Hospital Denbigh, which according to Dafydd’s interviews with the journos was ‘unique’. Which I suppose was true, mental health care was and still is near-universally appalling in the UK but as far as I know Denbigh was the only institution with a dungeon for the unlawful imprisonment of the victims of a sex trafficking gang.

When I perused my medical files I discovered that the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ had an even cosier relationship with Dafydd than I realised. In 1988 a friend of mine who had experienced the joys of Dafydd’s idiocy and pomposity thought that it would be entertaining if we sent a completely mad letter to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ under Dafydd’s name, repeating his expressions and his crazy ideas to see if they would publish it. Our letter was remarkably similar to the nonsense that Dafydd came out with when he addressed the Welsh Baptist Union in 1971 and told them that learning Bible verses in Welsh when one is a child can protect against a ‘serious moral collapse’ (see post ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’). We sent the letter off to the Editor but to our disappointment it was not published.

Many years later I found a photocopy of our letter in my medical files. It was attached to a compliments slip from the ‘North Wales Weekly News’ (the larger sister paper of the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’) along with a note saying ‘The attached letter was sent to the Bangor and Anglesey Mail purporting to come from Dr DA Jones. He has asked me to pass it onto you.’ The note was signed ‘Penny Bosworth, reporter’ and Penny had helpfully provided everyone with her phone number – 362747 – should any of the paedophiles’ friends wish to get in touch.

As the comedian Mrs Merton would say, ‘so Penny Bosworth, how did you become so friendly with a man who was running a sex trafficking ring?’

Someone at the Mail obviously did believe that the letter was from Dafydd because it had been prepared for publication – the photocopy showed up the marks that newspaper editors make on pieces before the edition goes off to be printed. I have no idea who on the Mail realised that the letter was too crazy to even be from Dafydd and called in Dafydd’s mate Penny Bosworth.

Our spoof letter was not the only extract from the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ that turned up in my medical records. In 1996 the mental health services manager for north west Wales, Alun Davies, in collaboration with the paedophiles’ friends at even higher levels in the NHS than him, was well on the way to closing down the day centre at the Hergest Unit. The day centre was the only bit of the mental health services in north west Wales which actually worked and was very popular with the patients. The Arfon Community Mental Health Team were abusive and threatened to assault patients in their own homes, the Top Doctors were all mad and constantly had patients arrested for bizarre and trivial reasons, most of the best staff had left the wards as the Unit had gone further and further downhill at the hands of Alun Davies, but the day centre had a number of friendly, more competent staff and was also a place where a lot of patients who were isolated and living in poverty could meet their friends and socialise.

In true ‘service user involvement’ style, the patients were told that the day centre was ‘under review’ and that they were to be ‘consulted’ about the closure. The patients were horrified to hear of the plans to close the day centre and all voted to keep it open. Because the patients had voted the wrong way, more votes and focus groups were held and the patients were told that the day centre was very bad for them and furthermore that it was ‘old fashioned’. The patients continued to vote in favour of the day centre. Then an auditor was sent in – that was a real scream, because the auditor also came up with the wrong answer. He concluded that the day centre was providing an excellent service.

Then individual interviews were held and patients were directly asked why they insisted upon attending the day centre instead of making appointments to see the Arfon Community Mental Health Team. Patients responded with comments such as ‘because one of them said that he would hit me’ but that wasn’t recorded. Instead it was recorded that patients were ‘misusing’ the NHS by visiting the day centre in order to access the coffee facilities and lunches. That was true for some patients, but what wasn’t recorded was that numerous patients were living in such poverty that they couldn’t afford sufficient food. This was because the Arfon Team and Top Doctors had not told most patients about their entitlement to disability benefits, so many patients were living at sub-benefit levels. The day centre staff knew about this, as did the occupational therapy team – but they were told that helping with benefits advice was not their remit.

It is worth noting here on what grounds the Arfon Team and Top Docs refused to help patients with benefit claims or indeed housing. People were refused help if they ‘had upset people’. I and other patients noticed that the patients who were said to have ‘upset people’ were those who had complained about Dafydd and the paedophiles. As one patient said to me more recently ‘so I upset a gang of paedophiles 20 years ago and now I can’t get the help to which I am legally entitled’.

That was the sum of it. The day centre staff had a policy of supplying biscuits and milk and coffee for the patients because they knew that many of them didn’t have those things at home and I know at least two of the occupational therapists brought in old clothes and bits and pieces from their homes in order to supply patients with basics. Patients were also having their teeth extracted when they had toothache because extractions were cheaper than fillings.

‘Oooh it’s never been this bad in the NHS, it’s Carwyn’s cuts’. No it’s not, it’s the bloody paedophile gang wreaking havoc. Retired nurses from Denbigh had yachts moored off Anglesey and second homes in Florida (see post ‘A Solicitor’s Letter From North East Wales MIND’), Dafydd was reputed to be a millionaire but the patients couldn’t afford food and toothpaste.

Then Alun Davies announced that the free bus travel which most of the patients relied upon to get to the day centre would be withdrawn. So only the four or five financially well off patients with cars and those within walking distance of the day centre could actually get there. Attendance dropped from over 200 during the week to less than 30.

Alun Davies announced that after ‘extensive consultation with the service users’ it was clear that the day centre was ‘under used’ and that it would therefore be closing. Davies then tried to sack one of the occupational therapists who had been bringing old clothes in to help the patients who couldn’t afford clothes.

Before the day centre closed its doors – the day centre was turned into offices, which is what hospitals should be used for of course – I and other patients wrote letters to newspapers, MPs etc.

In my medical records, the copies of the letters that I wrote to the ‘Bangor and Anglesey Mail’ in defence of the day centre are lovingly preserved.

 

After the day centre closed down a number of patients became destitute and others were found dead. So many people died that one of my friends started referring to the National Holocaust Service. Other patients just went off the radar and disappeared.

The attack on the day centre began in about 1995. Just as the demands for an investigation into the possibility that a paedophile ring was at work in north Wales could no longer be ignored. By the time that the Waterhouse Inquiry was underway, support – and indeed basic medical care – was being withdrawn from many mental health patients. Before Ronnie Waterhouse had completed that Report the day centre had closed and en masse destitution and deaths had begun.

After the old fashioned day centre was shut down, there was an increased investment in ‘other community services more appropriate to patients needs’. The Arfon Community Mental Health Team blossomed and there were even more of them employed to threaten patients, have them arrested and refuse to provide any services to patients who had upset people. A room above a disused pub in Caernarfon was opened on a Tuesday as a ‘community facility’ for patients in Gwynedd. The room wasn’t heated and there was no coffee provided, so a farmer’s wife from near Caernarfon – who was appalled at what was happening to patients – volunteered to go in every Tuesday and cook a communal meal.  She provided the ingredients herself. There was transport provided though – a minibus did a journey through the hill villages and picked up the few people who fancied spending a Tuesday in a freezing cold room above the disused pub.

The farmer’s wife told me that one week an old man from Penygroes who was in a very bad way was loaded onto the minibus by the driver. The old man had just put his clothes on over his pyjamas, he hadn’t eaten, washed, shaved etc for days and once he got to the room above the disused pub, he just sat there all day unmoving and also wet himself. The farmer’s wife observed that if that had been one of your relatives you’d have taken them straight to A&E. But no-one did, the minibus driver loaded the old man back onto the bus at the end of the day and took him back to Penygroes. The old man wasn’t at the disused pub the next week – he had been found dead in his house.

When I told Brown about this, Brown observed that the North West Wales NHS Trust operated on the same principle as the Nazis did when they transported people to the concentration camps – they counted the bodies onto the trains and counted them again at the other end but didn’t bother to note if anyone had died during the journey.

Alun Davies might as well have installed a gas chamber for the Hergest patients. Davies told so many bloody lies that no-one would have noticed if he had invited people to go into the showers but something other than water was coming out.

 

It was repeatedly alleged that the North Wales Police colluded with the paedophile gang operating in north Wales. The Chief Constable of North Wales, 1982-94 – David Owen  – flatly refused to co-operate with the first major investigation into the possible existence of a paedophile gang in the region. I have mentioned previously that one of the police officers who was constantly ordered by the mental health services to arrest me was Sgt Tim Evans. I was told by a third party that Sgt Evans made it clear that he thought that the whole situation was farcical and was asking why a hospital full of highly paid consultants were summoning the police on an almost daily basis to ‘deal with’ patients who had simply complained – I was one of the highest profile people in this position. At one point Sgt Evans refused to arrest me and I understand that he told the paedophiles’ friends that I had rights too and he just couldn’t arrest me when I had broken absolutely no law.

In response to Tim Evans refusing to wrongfully arrest me, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) wrote to Chief Constable David Owen and complained about Tim Evans. Francis stressed that Tim Evans and his colleagues were merely a bunch of uneducated plods but that the Top Doctors were Experts and knew how dangerous I was. Tim subsequently turned up at my place on every occasion after a ludicrous complaint was made about me to haul me off to the police station, although he did apologise for this, explaining that if he did not do it he was going to be disciplined and could be sacked.

Tim Evans undoubtedly knew what the paedophiles’ friends were up to – he had lived opposite Mary Wynch in Caernarfon for a start and he knew what had happened there (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). I presume that he was one of the many police officers who knew how bad the criminality was but it was prevalent at such a high level in the North Wales Police that he was unable to challenge it.

Sgt Evans may well have been right to have been worried. In the summer of 1987 Sgt Morgan of Bangor Police Station stuck his neck out to protect me in the face of the grand plan of Dafydd et al to frame and imprison me for ‘trying to stab a doctor’ (see post ‘Workers Play Time’). Alun Davies bellowed at me that ‘we’ll be making a complaint about him’. A few months later Sgt Morgan was prosecuted for indecently assaulting a teenaged girl in Bangor Police Station and was sacked. That must have been the first time in the history of north Wales that the word of a 14 year old girl under arrest had been taken above that of a police officer. The indecent assault constituted Sgt Morgan putting his hand in the back pocket of the girl’s jeans whilst searching her – interestingly enough Sgt Morgan claimed to be searching for condoms.

Now Sgt Morgan may well have done what he was accused of doing. Sgt Morgan was famously obsessed with sex and did enjoy discussing it with people under arrest. However, Sgt Morgan’s ‘indecent assault’ on the girl occurred at a time when Dafydd was unlawfully imprisoning people who had suffered serious sexual assault in the dungeon at the North Wales Hospital. Why was Sgt Morgan held to account in a way in which no-one else was? Furthermore victims of the paedophile gang were regularly fitted up for serious offences. Interestingly enough, Jeff Crowther, a psychiatric nursing officer at Ysbyty Gwynedd, seemed to know that Sgt Morgan was going to be found guilty before Sgt Morgan’s trial had taken place.

Sgt Morgan seems to be in the same category as John Grant Jones, the former Clerk to the Magistrates in Bangor, who after a career at the heart of the paedophiles and their friends, was prosecuted for fiddling his pension entitlements and was sacked in 2005 and stripped of his OBE. By the time that the Dept of Constitutional Affairs sacked John Grant Jones, he had become the Justices’ Committee Chief Executive.

I remember John Grant Jones very well, he was rather nicer to the defendants in Bangor Magistrates Court than many other people were and he knew that people were being framed by Dafydd et al. Even if he did fiddle his pension, fiddling the pension really does pale into insignificance in comparison to what else was happening in the criminal justice system in north Wales. John Grant Jones was the first person to be stripped of his OBE in north Wales. All the corrupt senior police officers, NHS managers and Top Docs are still in possession of their gongs, even Elfed Roberts who decided that he was going to leave the North Wales Police when it was noticed that he seemed to be very wealthy and leading a gold-plated existence for a policeman. The Elfed whom I was told was known to be ‘corrupt’ back in the 1970s when he was still just a sergeant in Llangefni.

So who was Lord Chancellor – the person who presided over the Dept for Constitutional Affairs – when Jones Grant Jones was stuffed over yet the paedophiles’ friends were allowed to hang onto their jobs and gongs? It was Charlie Falconer.

Spit it out Charlie – what did John Grant Jones know about who that resulted in him being shot at dawn?

 

Chief Constable David Owen was President of the ACPO in 1990. He came from Gwynedd – he was the son of a police sergeant himself – but served with the Metropolitan Police, Lincolnshire Police, the Merseyside and Dorset forces before returning to North Wales.

Michael Argent succeeded David Owen as Chief Constable of North Wales. Argent didn’t refuse to investigate the organised abuse of children in north Wales, but he refused to allow another Chief Constable to oversee the investigation, although by then part of the remit was to investigate the North Wales Police themselves after allegations had been made that police officers were abusing children.

Former Superintendent Gordon Anglesea received the full support of the Police Federation throughout the years that he was accused of abusing children in care and even after he was convicted and imprisoned in 2016. Anglesea died in prison and at the time of his death was planning an appeal. The Police Federation were supporting him and there had been offers from barristers to represent Anglesea free of charge. The Police Federation turned up in force at Anglesea’s funeral to give him a good send off.

There are quite a few references in my medical records to police who were very obviously colluding with wrongdoing on the part of the paedophiles’ friends. There are of course the references to Superintendent Roberts from Bangor Police Station and the ‘deal’ that he had with Dafydd to wrongfully arrest me, unlawfully deliver me to Bryn Golau – the locked ward – at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh where the nurses were instructed not to let me out by Dr Neil Davies. The nurses told Neil Davies that they were very unhappy at being involved with this ‘deal’ because it was illegal, but Neil Davies explained to them that they weren’t guilty because the deal was between Superintendent Roberts and the Top Doctors – all the nurses had to do was to refuse to let me go (see post ‘How I Arrived At Denbigh’).

There are a number of references to a Chief Inspector Parry of Bangor Police Station who seems to have been very accommodating with regard to the paedophiles’ friends in 1988. In 1988 I was living in Surrey and working at the University of Surrey as a member of the cancer research team led by Professor Vincent Marks, who’s brother John Marks was Chairman of the BMA at the time. The shenanigans behind the scenes – including the plagiarism of my work which was then published by Professor Nicola Curtin of Newcastle-Upon-Tyne University Medical School of whom I had never heard until the other day and the involvement of a colleague of Dr Tony Francis’s in a scandal which resulted in a member of a related cancer research team being found dead – are described in my posts ‘Oh Lordy, It’s CR UK’, ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’ and ‘Apocalypse Now’.

I was continuing to write to the NHS in north Wales requesting that my complaints should be investigated. I received no replies other than threats to prosecute me on the grounds that I was ‘harassing’ people by my letters and demands that I stop writing to them.

A letter dated 24 Aug 1988 from Dr AH Chadwick of the BMA’s Welsh Office in Cardiff to Dr DJC Davies, the Chief Medical Administrative Officer for Gwynedd Health Authority, refers to their meeting in DJC Davies’s office on 8 July 1988 and expresses ‘extreme concern’ about my ‘antics’. My antics being those letters of complaint which detailed the serious criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends. Chadwick wrote that ‘today I have been requested by the four BMA consultant psychiatrists for urgent assistance’ and that he has now received ‘further alarming reports’ about me. The ‘four BMA consultant psychiatrists’ are the paedophiles’ friends Tony Francis, his wife Sadie Francis, Dr M. Devakumar and Dafydd.

On 2 Sep 1988 PM Rees, an administrator for Gwynedd Health Authority, wrote to Chadwick, referring to Chadwick’s letter of 24 Aug 1988 to Dr DJC Davies, regarding plans to arrange a meeting between the psychiatrists, the corrupt Welsh Office lawyer Andrew Park, ‘solicitor to the Welsh Health Authorities’ and a representative of the North Wales Police.

On 14 Sept 1988 a letter from PM Rees to Devakumar explained that ‘as requested through the BMA’, a meeting had been arranged with Chief Inspector Parry to discuss me.

A document dated 21/9/88 constitutes the notes made after a meeting at Ysbyty Gwynedd held on 16 Sept 1988 ‘to discuss the action to be taken’ regarding the ‘problems’ posed by me. The usual suspects attended the meeting – a collection of Top Docs, senior Angels and managers who have featured previously on this blog – as did Chief Inspector Parry. Parry confirmed at the meeting that at Bangor Magistrates Court in Nov 1987 I was given a conditional discharge and bound over for a year. That was the result of an attempt by Dafydd to have me prosecuted for assaulting a doctor. It subsequently became clear that I hadn’t assaulted anyone – I had however shouted at a doctor. The doctor concerned had been involved in threatening me and illegally detaining me at Ysbyty Gwynedd earlier that year (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’) and of course my requests for an investigation had been ignored.  After the assault case collapsed, the paedophiles’ friends had me prosecuted for breach of the peace. Parry explained to the meeting that ‘any threatening behaviour during this period could result in her retrial for the original offence’.

Obviously there had been no ‘threatening behaviour’ from me because I had not been retried.

Another document in my medical records simply entitled ‘Gwynedd Health Authority’ records that Chief Inspector Geoff Lloyd of the North Wales Police attended a meeting about me on 14 Oct 1988 with Andrew Park and usual suspects. A new name joined the usual suspects – Mr G. Palmer, Chief Administrative Nursing Officer. At this meeting Tony Francis informed everyone about the injunction that he had taken out against me, on the basis of him perjuring himself and giving an account of all those assaults which it was later admitted by Andrew Park and Francis’s own lawyers Hempsons that I had not committed. Dafydd told the meeting that he was not prepared to take out an injunction against me. In 1994 Dafydd changed his mind and obtained an injunction in the High Court in Liverpool after discussing his anus in court and the threats made by another person to stick a hand-grenade up his bum, which according to Dafydd was all my fault (see post ‘These Sharks Are Crap As Well’). I will be blogging more about Dafydd and his injunction soon.

Chief Inspector Geoff Lloyd told the meeting that my conditional discharge imposed by Bangor Magistrates would run out on 10 Nov 1988. The note stated that the ‘Malicious Communications Act was coming into force on 29 Sept 1989’ and it was agreed to refer any mail sent by me to after that date to members of staff which contained ‘malicious communications’ to the police with a view to prosecuting me under this legislation.

There was never any attempt to prosecute me under the Malicious Communications Act so presumably my communications weren’t malicious enough. However I am curious about the use of the tense in the letter ie. that the Act ‘was coming into force’. This suggests that the document was written before the Act came into force – but the note claims to be an account of a meeting held AFTER the Act had come into force. There are no signatures on this document and I am wondering if it is yet another document which was not compiled when, or recording what, it claimed. I have a number of such documents in my possession – many of them dated during 1988 or 1989. I believe that they were forged or at the very least were backdated and written long after the date would suggest (see post ‘Possible Discovery Of More Forged Or Amended Documents’). Many of these documents were allegedly written by Alun Davies and were letters to the Welsh Office regarding my complaints. The dates are inconsistent, none of the letters are signed and there are other errors in the letters which suggest that they were written by someone at a much later date to cover the arse of the north Wales NHS. I will be blogging more about them soon.

My medical records contain an internal memo dated 8 Nov 1988 to Alun Davies from Tony Francis complaining that my letters have not been forwarded to the police. Francis demands that this is done and also says that he’s made a statement to the police and forwarded a letter to the administrators to give to the police. The memo states that it was dictated but not signed by Tony Francis.

There is an undated letter from Alun Davies to Chief Inspector Parry saying that Davies is sending Parry a letter that I had written to Dafydd.

My suspicions that there was a great deal of forgery going on are confirmed by a note dated 24 Nov 1988  explaining that Andrew Park has amended an account of a meeting ‘as arranged’. This was not Park redrafting a lawyer’s letter – this was Park making up what happened in a meeting in which the homicidal maniac that was me was being discussed. A meeting attended by a senior police officer. What ever would be wrong with providing a fictitious account of that meeting?

It will have been very clear to Chief Inspectors Parry and Lloyd that in spite of the florid allegations that were made about my ‘antics’ constantly, there was no evidence that I was doing anything other than writing very angry letters detailing criminal activity and asking for an investigation. Furthermore there had been a number of incidents in which the paedophiles’ friends had been demonstrated to have perjured themselves in their attempts to have me charged yet no questions had been asked about them lying to the police. By the time that Parry and Lloyd were attending these meetings about me, Dafydd had been sued by Mary Wynch and the case had been reported in the London-based press and Alison Taylor had blown the whistle on the abuse of children in care in Gwynedd and had been sacked from her job by Dafydd’s mistress Lucille Hughes.

Whilst the Chief Inspectors attended meetings with the paedophiles’ friends, Alun Davies had recorded a conversation with me without my knowledge in which the fat idiot had tried to entrap me, without success. There is a transcript of the call in my files, with Davies asking me ‘ooh what are you planning to do to us then’, obviously hoping I was going to fly off the handle and explain how I would be decapitating and dismembering them all in the near future.

There  are other references to other obliging police officers in my files.

On 13 Oct 1990, Mr D. Hinchcliffe, the general administrator of the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, wrote to the policeman at Denbigh Police Station, Mr Bob Rowlands, about my ‘harassment’ of them all. Mr Hinchcliffe was obviously on good terms with Mr Rowlands because the letter begins ‘Dear Bob’. Mr Hinchliffe mentions a previous letter of his about me which he sent to Bob on 25 Sept 1995, but my files don’t have a copy of that one. I wonder why? Hinchliffe’s letter to Bob was CC’d to Dafydd, D. Griffiths and Janice Davies. D. Griffiths was a general administrator at Clwyd Health Authority who had a solid track record of refusing to reply to my letters detailing the criminal activities of Janice Davies – Dafydd’s Nurse Ratched on Bryn Golau Ward.

 

On 11 Oct 1994 Dafydd wrote to the MDU, 192 Altrincham Road, Sharston, Manchester about me. His refers to his previous letters about me behaving an a ‘menacing and intrusive way’. He accuses me of throwing a rock through a glass door at his house on Anglesey. Not that Dafydd had any evidence at all that I did this. Indeed Dafydd isn’t quite sure when the rock was thrown because he wasn’t actually in his house when it happened. Dafydd explains that he ‘was away’ but ‘two person were sleeping in the house and found the rock and broken glass door in the morning’. Dafydd thinks that the rock was thrown through the door ‘at probably about 3 am’. How the hell did he managed to time if if he wasn’t there and the only two people who were, were slumbering – did one of them at least not wake up when the rock came flying through the door????. Oh – Dafydd had a dog as well, a drug dealer’s dog, a Doberman who tried to attack the police on one occasion. Didn’t the dog bark? As for knowing that it was me who threw the rock – of course he knew that it was, because as Dafydd tells the MDU lawyers Hempsons ‘I can conceive of no other person likely to have done this’.

Dafydd was running a sex trafficking ring who dealt in drugs and child porn, I can conceive of a great many people who might have chucked the rock. If indeed a rock had ever been chucked. Dafydd noticeably provides no evidence whatever – no photos, no statements from the two persons who were sleeping in the house, not a sausage. He did tell the MDU that I was charged with assault on a junior doctor but he forgot to add that the charges were dropped when the junior doctor admitted that I hadn’t assaulted him after all.

Dafydd also says in his letter that a psychiatrist ‘whose name escapes me at the moment but which can be retrieved’ stated that I would ‘very likely end in a secure ward for the criminally insane’.

Yes Dafydd, because you, Tony Francis, Dr Chris Hunter and the rest of the paedophiles’ friends were constantly trying to fit me up after carrying out secret assessments on me which concluded with recommendations that I should be sent to a high security hospital because I was criminally insane…

Dafydd mentions one such incident – ‘I can recall an occasion when forensic psychiatrists attended a conference discussing the possible risks and possible management’. Would that have been the conference held by Dafydd’s mate Dr Chris Hunter – of whom I had never even heard at the time – who held a conference about me after Tony Francis and Dafydd asked him to? A conference that was held without my knowledge in north Wales – whilst I was working in a London medical school. A conference which was attended solely by paedophiles’ friends, many of whom had never met me (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’).

There is no solid evidence amongst any of this garbage – if the name of the person who made the splendid comments about me ending in a ward for the criminally insane ‘can be retrieved’, why wasn’t it retrieved before Dafydd wrote this letter? Or indeed since?

The name of that particular person wasn’t retrieved, but a whole list of other names was. Dafydd had back up! He told the MDU that they had his permission to approach: Avril Davies, the Mental Health Act Administrator at the Hergest Unit; Alun Davies; Tony and Sadie Francis; Hugh Thomas Pierce; Mrs Janice Glass; DC S.A. Owen ‘who has now become extensively involved in this matter’.

Avril Davies and the Francis’s were paedophiles’ friends. I have no idea who Hugh Thomas Pierce is. Janice Glass was one of Dafydd’s servants at his house, but I’ve never met her. And I did not even know of the existence of DC Owen, although he/she had become ‘extensively involved in this matter’.

I only heard about me throwing a rock through Dafydd’s door at 3 am some time after I’d done it, when a nurse at the Hergest Unit told me what I’d done. Which is just as well – DC Owen or indeed any other police officer hadn’t interviewed me about my crime, so if that helpful nurse hadn’t have let me known that I’d been over at Dafydd’s in the small hours chucking rocks through his door, I’d have been blissfully unaware of my crimes.

Dafydd worked as an expert medical witness. This is a man who had people banged up in Ashworth and Broadmoor for the rest of their lives on the basis of his ‘evidence’.

Much more recently in 2009 DC Steve Power was involved in yet another attempt to frame me on the part of the North West Wales NHS Trust – after a previous attempt had fallen apart (see post ‘After The Attempt To Frame Me…’). When my lawyer had Steve bang to rights in the police station, Steve announced that he would be taking this matter no further because he was retiring in a matter of days. I recognised Steve Power when he interviewed me in 2009. I had met him about four years previously, after I made a complaint to the police about being assaulted by staff in the Hergest Unit. I was locked in a room and prevented from reporting the assault when it happened, so after I got out of the Hergest Unit I wrote to the North Wales Police. I received a letter back with an appointment to discuss the matter at Caernafon Police Station. I turned up for the appointment only to be told by the police officer on duty that ‘another matter’ had arisen, so he was unable to see me. He told me that he would send me another appointment. I never heard another word. The officer was DC Steve Power.

 

Alison Taylor the social worker who blew the whistle on the abuse of the children in care in north Wales had a great deal of trouble with the North Wales Police. The two North Wales Police officers who’s names are usually heard in relation to the investigations into the abuse of children in care after Alison blew the whistle are Detective Superintendent Peter Ackerley and Detective Chief Superintendent Gwynne Owen. Alison’s concerns were rubbished and she was accused of fabricating multiple abuse allegations, including allegations against former Superintendent Gordon Anglesea and manipulating children into making false accusations.

I too was accused of ‘manipulating’ and ‘encouraging’ people to complain about Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends. It never seemed to occur to the paedophiles’ friends that their conduct was so dreadful that when it was witnessed by people other than kids in care or psych patients – who had become very used to being routinely abused – people were horrified. They didn’t need to be ‘encouraged’ or ‘manipulated’ by me to complain.

The conduct of the North Wales Police over many years left a great deal to be desired.

I have found out that former Detective Constable Jo Bott was interviewed during the 1991-93 investigation into child abuse in north Wales. Bott repeatedly took refuge by answering ‘no comment’. Well there’s a turn up for the books – because when I witnessed Jo in action in 1993 when she was a key mover and shaker in false accusations that a new father was a danger to his baby whilst two people who had sexually and physically abused children were afforded full protection by Bott, Bott had a great deal to say. In fact Jo was ever so friendly and chatty as she extracted information from a new parent who trusted her. When Jo returned to see that man a few weeks later, having used the information that he provided about the abuse of at least FOUR children to protect the abusers and frame an innocent person, Jo still had a bit more to say – only this time, what she had to say was rather unpleasant and threatening as opposed to friendly and chatty (see post ‘It’s All About Protecting Children’).

Come on Jo, tell us what you know about who had it in for the other completely innocent and good father involved in it all as well, Martin – who was found dead at a most convenient time for you and the paedophiles’ friends…

The 1991-93 North Wales Police investigation into child abuse recommended that Gordon Anglesea should be prosecuted. Not only was he not prosecuted until many, many years later, but this information was concealed. It only became public in 1997 when Gerard Elias QC revealed it at the Waterhouse Inquiry.

It is thought that the Police Federation backed Gordon Anglesea’s libel case against HTV Wales, Private Eye, The Indie on Sunday and The Observer, which Anglesea won in 1994 (see posts ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd’ and ‘Y Gwir Yn Erbyn Y Byd – A Few Additional Comments’). North Wales Police officers attended Anglesea’s libel hearing and they knew that information was being witheld ie. that there had been a recommendation that Anglesea should be prosecuted.

 

In 2005 the ‘investigative journalist’ Richard Webster published a book called ‘The Secret of Bryn Estyn’. Webster’s book was principally a vehicle for trashing the reputation of Alison Taylor. His theory was that the secret of Bryn Estyn was that there was no serious abuse there, that it was just another bog standard mediocre children’s home.

I cannot understand why Webster ever took an interest in Bryn Estyn. He had no connections with Wales and when he planned and wrote the book he was based in Suffolk. He contacted people in north Wales telling them that he was writing a book on institutional child abuse in 1996 but BEFORE the Waterhouse Inquiry was announced.

Webster’s volume is substantial, but it is clear to anyone from north Wales that Webster either had no idea of what was going on or that for some reason he had been sent to assist the paedophiles’ friends. No-one could have lived in north Wales for any length of time over the last few decades and not have noticed that the health and welfare services were and still are truly dreadful. This escaped Webster. He also concluded that Lucille Hughes paying a special visit in person to interview a kid who had alleged that he had been abused was a sign of Lucille’s concern and conscientiousness. This was Lucille bloody Hughes – she probably went out to see the boy to threaten him at gun point, Lucille was not a nice person.

No-one seems to know who funded Webster whilst he ‘researched’ and wrote his book. He made many visits to north Wales and stayed there for substantial lengths of time. Furthermore Webster enjoyed a very cosy relationship with certain people in the North Wales Police.

Some two weeks after the publication of the Waterhouse Report in 2000, Richard Webster wrote an article for the ‘New Statesman’ entitled ‘Can A Whistleblower Be Wrong?’. This was an attack on Alison Taylor where she was accused again of making it all up and getting the kids to make it all up as well. In order to write the article, Webster had gained possession of confidential police documents, including witness statements. He had interviewed Peter Ackerley at length on at least one occasion, although this was denied by Diane Kaiser, the solicitor for the North Wales Police – documentation subsequently demonstrated that Webster had interviewed Ackerley. Webster also used the statements that Gwynne Owen – another person who trashed Alison – made to the CPS for the NS article.

The ‘New Statesman’ had a shock when in 2001 Alison sued them for defamation. I think that Alison represented herself. The NS admitted in court that they published Webster’s article on the assumption that Alison could not afford to sue them. The publisher of the NS at the time of the article was Peter Wilby and it was owned by Geoffrey Robinson. The NS instructed Bindman and Partners to act for them and Adam Speker QC was Counsel. Bindman and Partners had represented Peter Howarth at the Waterhouse Inquiry. Howarth was one of the prime organisers of the paedophile ring in north Wales and was jailed for numerous sex offences against the boys in Bryn Estyn.

In 2002 the NS and Webster fell out. The NS severed his representation on the grounds of the irreconcilable differences between them and Webster because of his refusal to settle the case. The NS subsequently settled with Alison in Dec 2002 and she withdrew her case against Webster. Webster protested about the publication of a settlement notice – he was represented (it was suspected pro bono) by Adrienne Page QC. Page is the cohabitee of Adam Speker and a colleague of Cherie Booth. Justice David Eady presided over the hearing, despite Eady having had previous dealings with Webster.

Page and Speker continued their links with Webster and they provided legal advice for ‘The Secret of Bryn Estyn’. The book was launched at a party in the Commons organised by Claire Curtis-Thomas, the then Labour MP for Crosby. Curtis-Thomas is associated with Dr Death’s mate Shirley Williams and she also has close links to the Westminster Paedophile Ring hot spots of south Wales and Cheshire. Webster published the book himself – and later self-published a paperback version.

Webster died in 2011 but his website – which is yet another vehicle for trashing Alison Taylor – is still online and is obviously being maintained by someone.

Someone must have been behind Webster. He seems to have had only one principle aim – to discredit Alison Taylor in any way that he could. His was an expensive project and somebody footed the bill.

Geoffrey Robinson, the owner of the ‘New Statesman’ when it launched Webster’s attack on Alison, has been the Labour MP for Coventry North West since 1976. Robinson was Blair’s Paymaster General, 1997-98 – he resigned after lending all that dosh to Mandy…Robinson’s personal fortune is estimated at approx £30 million. Robinson owns a number of homes even grander than the one that Mandy purchased with the dosh that was lent to him by Robinson, including one in Tuscany at which the Blairs took one of their famous holidays courtesy of their very rich friends.

 

To return to Ron Davies.

Rhodri Morgan explains that Neil Wooding passed the warning about Ron cottaging at the Castle Gate to Val Feld, ‘a big cheese in the Swansea Labour movement’ and a close friend of Julie, Rhodri’s wife. So Val Feld told Julie.

Val Feld was a woman from a privileged family in Caernarfon who knew all about the abuse of vulnerable people in Wales and I bet that she knew about Ron before Neil Wooding said anything to her. Val founded Shelter Cymru and was the Director of the EOC (Equal Opportunities Commission) for Wales, 1989-99. She was the AM for Swansea East, 1999-01. Val was a mate of paedophiles’ friend Jane Hutt and just a few weeks ago Hutt had a plaque placed on the wall of the Senedd in tribute to Val who kept quiet about so much. For details of what Val ignored, see post ‘Reports Of Death Were Greatly Exaggerated’.

 

Neil Wooding, the man who sent up the flare regarding Ron Davies, is Director of Strategic Planning Performance and Capability at the Office for National Statistics. Neil is an old lag from the Welsh Gov’t. He was Director, Pubic Service Management Wales, 

Not only did Rhodri claim not to know what cottaging was, but Rhodri also experienced confusion over Castle Gate, the site of Ron’s cottaging. Rhodri explains in his book that he presumed that ‘Castle Gate’ was the name of some dive of a pub where Ron had been entertaining himself. Then someone told Rhodri that Ron had been cottaging at Castle Gate in Cardiff – the entrance to Cardiff Castle. Which was approx 100 yards from Rhodri’s constituency office in Transport House.

Rhodri was nearly as close to Ron’s preferred cottaging territory as the Bangor Police were to Garth Road public toilets.

Rhodri wonders in his book whether Blair ‘knew about’ Ron. It is highly probable that he did because Blair specialised in promoting paedophiles’ friends to high office, particularly the Lords. However Rhodri does confirm that ‘MI5 didn’t know’ because of Ron’s ‘astonishing ability to cover his tracks’.

Cottaging at the entrance to Cardiff Castle hardly demonstrates an astonishing ability to cover one’s tracks. Rather it demonstrates complete confidence that everyone knows what you are doing and that no-one is going to blow the gaffe. Of course MI5 knew, they were probably the strangers who were meeting Ron at the Castle Gate for sex. Why does Ron think that the encounter with Boogie ended in disaster just as Blair was about to ensure that Ron became Wales’s FM?

Rhodri notes that Ron was good mates with Nick Brown. Nick Brown has been the Labour MP for Newcastle-Upon-Tyne East since 1983. Nick’s CV ticks numerous boxes which suggests that he has known about the paedophiles and their friends for decades (see post ‘News From Sicily’).

Shortly after Ron Davies had his moment of madness with Boogie, Nick – who was the Minister of Agriculture at the time – became embroiled in some sort of scandal involving a rent boy. Blair’s autobiography ‘A Journey’ admits that Alastair Campbell successfully re-packaged the incident as a good-news story about Brown coming out as gay because Blair was crapping himself at the idea of the Gov’t being hit by two sex scandals in such close succession.

According to journalist Tom Bower, Nick Brown ‘was accused of paying £100 to rent boys to be kicked around a room, and admitted his sexuality’.

‘Private Eye’ recently reported that Nick Brown is suing Bower over a particular sentence in Bower’s book ‘Broken Vows’ -not even a sentence that I would have thought was particularly incriminating. Brown’s barrister is Adrienne Paige QC! Paige was one of the junior barristers who worked with the crooked barrister George Carman on libel cases (No Ordinary Methods’). Carman knew about the north Wales/Cheshire paedophile gang and its link to the Westminster Paedophile Ring. Blair was a junior barrister in Carman’s team and Carman was also the head of Cherie’s chambers.

 

Although Ron was a Master of Disguise with a Cunning Plan who excelled in covering his tracks by having casual sex with male strangers in central Cardiff at one of the city’s most popular tourist attractions, Ron was gregarious and socialised with many people who of course all had no idea at all of his ‘other life’. The other life that was a constant source of gossip.

Rhodri was such a good mate of Ron that Rhodri was the campaign manager behind Ron’s efforts to become what Rhodri called ‘Top Taff’ in the Shadow Cabinet. Ron became Top Taff in 21 Oct 1993 when John Smith appointed him Shadow Secretary of State for Wales. Ron remained as Top Taff after John Smith’s death, throughout Margaret Beckett’s position as Acting Leader of the Labour Party and continued in the role once Blair ascended the throne.

Whilst Rhodri was busy negotiating Ron’s future as Top Taff, I was subjected to constant attempts by the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales to construct me as a dangerous offender and imprison me. Attempts which continued with increased vigour after Ron had become Top Taff because by then people just would not stop alleging that a paedophile ring was in operation in north Wales which was being concealed at the highest levels of society because of its links to Westminster and Whitehall and its connections to paedophile rings in other parts of the UK.

Ron’s Chief Political Advisor and spin doctor was Rhodri’s next door neighbour, Huw. Huw was married to Julia, who had been Rhodri’s secretary since shortly after he was first elected to the Commons in 1987. After Ron resigned as Secretary of State in Oct 1998, he hid from the media by staying at Huw and Julia’s place. Nick Horton, the chief political reporter of the ‘Western Mail’, turned up at Rhodri’s house in search of Ron because he’d been told that Ron was there. Rhodri was so relieved that Horton never guessed that Ron was next door – no-one knew that Ron was in there because Huw and Julia drew the curtains for the whole weeks whilst Ron laid low. House of Ron’s adviser and spin doctor goes into lock-down for a week with all curtains drawn whilst Ron is rumoured to be kipping at Rhodri’s next door? Of course no-one guessed – the fact that no-one published Ron’s whereabouts was completely unrelated to everyone having egg on their faces after keeping schtum about Ron for years.

Something went a bit sour after Ron’s resignation though. Rhodri makes reference to strained relationships and Julia resigning as Rhodri’s secretary…

 

In previous happier times, at Welsh night during the 1996 Labour Party Conference, the Welsh Affairs team all dined together – Rhodri, Ron and Win Griffiths.

Win Griffiths is a former teacher who was Labour MEP for South Wales,  1979-89 and Labour MP for Bridgend 1987-05. Griffiths was a junior Minister in the Welsh Office, 1997-98 reshuffle. After leaving Gov’t Griffiths Chaired the Welsh Grand Committee. He retired from Parliament in 2005.

After retiring Griffiths was Chair of Bro Morgannwg NHS Trust for eight years, a Trust which was in the usual troubled dysfunctional state for an NHS body. In 2012 Lesley Griffiths praised Win for his ‘dedication’ to Bro Morgannwg. Not sure that is much of an endorsement Win. Lesley also named Win’s successor as Chairman – it was Andrew Davies, the former AM for Swansea West and bedfellow of Meri Huws, who previously faced allegations that his Ugandan discussions with Meri had been responsible for Meri landing the job as Chair of the Welsh Language Board (see post ‘People With Energy’).

As for Win, he then moved on to become Chair of WCVA – so he’s the one who is overseeing the waste of public funds and the activities of the paedophiles’ friends that is the Third sector in Wales.

 

Pre-devolution, Ron was big pals – and dined regularly – with Dafydd Wigley and Richard Livsey, as a group of ‘pro-devolution leaders’. Rhodri comments that Ron provided ‘really good leadership’ to this group.

Richard Livsey was the Lib Dem MP for Brecon and Radnorshire, 1985-92 and 1997-01 and was Leader of the Welsh Lib Dems, 1997-01. Livsey was an agriculturalist who after his death was described by everyone as a ‘gentleman’. His time in the Liberal Party stretched back to 1960 and he tried for a seat in the Commons in 1970 and in 1979. Livsey will have known about Jeremy Thorpe and Cyril Smith.

Livsey was close friends with Geraint Howells – Howells was his mentor. Geraint Howells was one of those who signed the Early Day Motion in 1992 demanding an investigation into the case of Mary Wynch. Like everybody else who signed that EDM – except for David Bellotti – Howells then never mentioned Mary again and received a peerage. The only one of those who’s name was on the EDM who did not bag a peerage was David Bellotti who tabled the EDM. David Bellotti lost his seat soon after tabling the EDM and was never returned to Parliament. Geraint lost his seat too, unexpectedly, as a result of a very dirty deal on the part of Plaid and the Green Party, but he escaped to the Upper House (see post ‘A Few Of The Relevant Politicians Re Mary Wynch’s Case’).

When Livsey stood down as Leader of the Welsh Lib Dems in 2001 – after the Waterhouse Report had been published and difficult questions had been, temporarily at least, silenced, Livsey was given a peerage.

 

Ron Davies also had an ‘excellent working relationship’ with Rachel Lomax, the Permanent Secretary at the Welsh Office, 1996-99. Rachel Lomax oversaw the setting up of the Welsh Assembly. She arrived in the Welsh Office just in time for the establishment of the Waterhouse Inquiry as well.

William Hague – the Secretary of State for Wales at the time – must have really wanted Rachel because she was an economist who was recalled to the Welsh Office from the World Bank, where she was a Vice-President and Chief of Staff to President of the World Bank.

Lomax went to Cheltenham Ladies College, then Girton College, Cambridge and then to the LSE. After she left the LSE in 1968 she joined the Treasury. She was Principal Private Secretary to Nigel Lawson, 1985-86, whilst Lawson was Chancellor, then a Deputy Secretary at the Treasury, then Deputy Chief Economic Advisor, 1990-94. In 1994-95 Lomax was head of the Economic and Domestic Secretariat at the Cabinet Office.

Rachel has certain been where the action is. Sir Peter Morrison was Lord Commissioner of the Treasury, 1979-81, so she’ll have known him and like everyone else who worked with him will have heard about him molesting children in care in north Wales, Cheshire and London. It was while Sir Peter Morrison was Lord Commissioner of the Treasury that Dafydd unlawfully had Mary Wynch arrested, imprisoned in Risley Remand Centre and then unlawfully imprisoned for a year in Denbigh. Rachel Lomax touched Mary Wynch’s life again in 1994. In 1994 it was the Treasury solicitor who finally ruined Mary (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’).

Mary was far too old for Peter Morrison to have been interested in her and she was female anyway, but as well as knowing that at least one person had almost certainly been murdered whilst in the care of one of Dafydd’s nursing homes and that a group of local lawyers were collaborating together to fleece their clients, Mary also witnessed the preparation of young patients in the North Wales Hospital for their futures in the sex industry. Dafydd had given instructions that the patients on the young people’s ward should be encouraged to have sex with each other and the Angels would gather around to watch the show.

By the time that Rachel Lomax had arrived at the Welsh Office to organise the cover-up, Peter Morrison was safely dead and buried.

 

Rhodri’s book explains a rather dodgy deal that Rachel facilitated for Ron in 1998. The HQ of the interim Assembly was located at Crickhowell House in Cardiff. The rent on Crickhowell House was kept low provided that the future Assembly committed to a new HQ on the adjoining site. The landlord of the whole area was the ABP (Associated British Ports) property subsidiary Grosvenor Waterside. The ABP could then recover their loss on the low rent through the enhanced capital values on the land surrounding the new Assembly building. Rhodri thought that it was most unsavoury that such a corrupt deal underpinned the building housing the Assembly from the very beginning. For details of the other massive scams involving ABP and the development of Cardiff Bay, see post ‘Corruption Bay Special’).

Honest Rhodri never wanted the Assembly to be located in Cardiff Bay anyway – he wanted it to be in Cardiff City Hall, next to Cathays Park where the civil servants worked. The corrupt civil servants, who had spent decades concealing the criminality involving Dafydd and the paedophiles. Numerous documents among those detailing the criminality and cover-ups in my possession have the Cathays Park Welsh Office address on them, including some of those that I am fairly sure are forged (see post ‘Possible Discovery Of More Forged Or Amended Documents’). I will be blogging more about those documents soon.

Rhodri himself had an office in Cathays Park as well and it was the traditional home of the Secretary of State for Wales. Rhodri explains that it was really great working in Cathays Park because everybody was there and you could just pop along to see whoever you needed to. That’s right Rhodri, the office of the corrupt Medical Ombudsman was there, as was the office of the corrupt Welsh Office lawyer Andrew Park, then in later years the corrupt Public Services Ombudsman and of course the corrupt Social Services Inspectorate was there as well. Just to tie everything up nicely, the office of the corrupt Mental Health Tribunal was also situated in Cathays Park. Everything conveniently located on one site!

 

Not only did the corrupt Secretaries of State have an office in Cathays Park, but they even had an apartment there, so they could live on campus among the crooks. The apartment was originally created from a few offices for the use of Nicholas Edwards and his wife Ankaret. Old Nick and his wife made good use of the flat between 1979-87, as did Peter Walker (1987-90) and David Hunt (1990-93) and (1995). However John Redwood (1993-95) didn’t use the flat, he insisted on returning to his place in Wokingham to sleep.

No wonder there was havoc in Wales whilst Redwood was Secretary of State and everyone was desperate to see the back of him – him not living above the shop must have profoundly disrupted the smooth operation of the corrupt machine. On the other hand I’m sure that David Hunt, the man who assisted with so much of the most serious wrongdoing of the paedophiles’ friends during his long and glorious career (see post ‘The Paedophiles’ Friend Of Cardiff North’) found that flat very useful for the days between 26 June 1995-5 July 1995, when Hunt returned to his old job as Secretary of State for Wales in what must have been for the shortest length of time that anyone has ever occupied a senior Gov’t position. It was during those heady risk-laden days when the knotty problem of the ‘retirement’ of Dafydd – a retirement which never was – and the ‘closure’ of the North Wales Hospital took place. Not that the North Wales Hospital did close, although everyone was told that it did. Part of it stayed open in secret.

Get digging out there at Denbigh, I know that old Hunt will have pushed the boat out in the summer of 1995 and probably got hardly any sleep at all what with all those civil servants running in and out of his flat screaming ‘but how are we going to explain the human remains if we close the bloody place down and someone turns it into luxury apartments???’, but Hunt deserves to be exposed before he joins the rest of the paedophiles’ friends who are dropping dead on an almost daily basis…

 

Rachel Lomax was one of those who scarpered after Ron’s downfall at the hands of Boogie – she resigned from her post as the Welsh Office and in Dec 1998 took up the role of Permanent Secretary at the DHSS. Rhodri observed that just before Ron hit disaster Rachel Lomax had purchased a new house for herself in the Vale of Glamorgan and such was Lomax’s loyalty to her home nation that she kept her home in the Vale of Glamorgan.

Lomax left the DHSS/DWP in 2002 and then served as Permanent Secretary at the  Dept of Transport, having moved there with her Secretary of State Alistair Darling when Blair reshuffled his Cabinet following the resignation of the Secretary of State for Transport Stephen Byers, he who subsequently described himself as a ‘cab for hire’ in a lobbying scandal and was banned from Parliament for two years (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’).

From 2003-08 Lomax was a Deputy Governor at the Bank of England, serving on its Monetary Policy Committee. She left just before the collapse of Lehman Brothers in 2008 to ‘pursue other interests’. In Dec 2008, Lomax became an independent non-executive Director of HSBC Holdings, where she was also a member of the audit and risk committees. In Dec 2010 Lomax joined BAA (now Heathrow Airport Holdings) as a non-executive Director. Rachel is also a non-executive director of Serco and a trustee of Imperial College London (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’ for the details of the research fraud and misconduct on the part of those who have worked or are still working at Imperial) and has served as President of the Institute of Fiscal Studies.

 

There is another person who could tell us all a great deal about Ron and a lot of other people as well but he seems to have kept a very discreet silence – a man called Les who is a former Cardiff taxi driver. After ferrying the general public around Cardiff, Les worked as the official driver for that very good friend of the paedophiles of north Wales Lord Wyn Roberts, then as the official driver for Ron and then as the official driver for Rhodri. Les could give us the best anecdote ever in terms of who he had in the back of the cab…

Lest anyone think that I have a problem with Ron and others mentioned on this blog because they are gay and I am conflating gay men with child abusers, I don’t and I’m not. The problem that I have tried to highlight on this blog is that a number of the people discussed have used prostitutes – male and female – who were coerced into that business whilst they were kids in care and to coerce them into sex work those kids were subjected to very great cruelty at the hands of serious criminals. If sex workers are consenting adults who have not been coerced into that work I don’t consider what they are doing or who their customers are to be anyone else’s business. Despite some of the scare stories, the best research into sex work has shown that there is a contingent of prostitutes who are adults with agency, fully in control and who conduct business discreetly and safely. Many of them have actually worked as nurses and furthermore prostitution among nurses is a good deal more common than anyone likes to admit. Sadly there are also people who have been forced into prostitution – ironically by the sort of nurses who worked for Dafydd – and who most definitely need protecting and rescuing.

The people discussed on this blog do not have track records of being honest and transparent and they all try to portray themselves as having only ever conducted relationships with consenting adults, even when that most definitely is not true. Ron may have become notorious for cottaging at the Castle Gate or for picking up Boogie on Clapham Common, but before he became an MP Ron was an advisor for Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority whilst everybody in Mid-Glamorgan Education Authority ignored serious complaints about drama teacher John Owen sexually abusing his pupils (see post ‘Yet More Inglorious Bastards’).

In north Wales there was a Mafia code of silence regarding the activities of the paedophile gang – partly because some people were terrified of them but partly because everybody was covering the arses of their friends and relatives and that technique was also used to secure themselves jobs, promotions and, in later life, pensions.

Consider just this alone. Ron worked as a tutor-organiser for the WEA, taking over from Neil Kinnock in 1970 when the Windbag was elected to Parliament. Rhodri Morgan also worked for the WEA in south Wales, 1963-65. When they were young, Rhodri and the Windbag shared a house. Rhodri and the Windbag spent many enjoyable years campaigning together. Wayne David, who succeeded Ron as Labour MP for Caerphilly, also worked for the WEA in south Wales, starting in that role in 1985. Like Ron, Wayne was a teacher who trained at Cardiff University. I could continue…

Were any of this lot, a bunch of not very bright people who scraped their way into universities – usually in south Wales – and somewhere along the way developed a massive sense of entitlement and fancied themselves as Cabinet Ministers or even PMs, ever going to grass each other up? They saw the way that many other people in Wales lived and that was certainly not for them. No matter how many of them banged on about the forefathers going down the pit, most of them had never got their hands dirty themselves. Glenys Kinnock has never been near a pit in her life, she lives a millionaire’s life between London and Europe and her daughter-in-law is PM of Denmark. Pretty good for a school teacher from Holyhead whose home town suffers from severe disadvantage and was host to a paedophile gang. Never mind the Castle Gate, Ron Davies could probably have gone cottaging in the middle of John Lewis’s in Cardiff on a Saturday afternoon and no-one would have said a word.

Alun Davies, the corrupt NHS manager in north Wales who constantly tried to have me imprisoned, didn’t come from north Wales. Davies was from the Rhondda…

Ron’s wife – now ex-wife – Christina Rees, the Labour MP for Neath, is a barrister. Her wiki entry is incredibly brief and talks about her school days and love of sport.

‘We didn’t know.’

After Ron fell from grace on Clapham Common a few people from south Wales who didn’t have ambitions to become PM but who didn’t dare identify themselves in the press, admitted that they did know, that indeed ‘everyone knew’ about Ron and furthermore that he was a vindictive aggressive bastard whom a lot of people didn’t dare cross.

Ron resigned as Secretary of State for Wales after Boogie, but he didn’t resign as an MP. In fact Ron put up quite a fight. His first strategy was to make a speech in the House about the violence that he had suffered at the hands of his father as a child. Which is sad but Ron is by no means alone in having had that happen to him. This was followed by Ron coming out as bisexual. Then Ron claimed to have some interesting psychiatric problem which involved him seeking out ‘risky situations’ – for which he was of course ‘receiving help’.

If Ron was paying good money to attend Dafydd’s sex therapy clinic it wasn’t very effective because in 2003 Ron was caught in another risky situation in a well known cruising and dogging spot. Ron’s story was that he was looking for badgers.

At no point did Ron simply say ‘I’m gay, now sod off because it’s no-one else’s business but mine’.

It was after he was photographed looking for badgers that Ron stepped down as MP for Caerphilly. However, Rhodri’s book explains that Ron did not go quietly.

It was the Chairman of the Party, Brian Curtis, who was left to ensure that the Labour Party divested itself of Ron by persuading Ron to pull out of the candidacy for Caerphilly before the 2003 General Election election. Ron had recently bought an expensive house on a mortgage and he refused to stand down unless his PPI to cover his mortgage payments could be activated. Rhodri states that  Jessica Morden, the General Secretary of the Labour Party, was ‘unhappy’ about providing the letter of cover to Ron’s bank – Ron needed a letter saying that he’d been forced to resign his candidacy to prevent accusations from the bank that he’d voluntarily left his job. Ron only stood down once he knew that the insurance on his mortgage was secured.

Rhodri tells us that ‘Jessica did what she had to do because it was absolutely necessary in the reputational interest of the Labour Party’.

Rhodri believing that this was sufficient to save the reputation of the Labour Party reminds me of a document that the former Chair of the North West Wales NHS Trust Elfed Roberts wrote when he got wind of Edwina Hart’s plan to abolish the Trust. Elfed memorably wrote that ‘the Trust must be seen to be beyond reproach at this crucial time’. How did Elfed and his colleague Martin Jones the CEO of the Trust ensure that the Trust was seen to be ‘beyond reproach’ at that crucial time? Well in the face of the rising toll of patient and staff suicides, Elfed and Martin refused to investigate any patient complaints, sent an extract from my medical records to a senior member of staff in Bangor University, rang various other colleagues of mine and told them that I was dangerous, intimidated a number of people who had witnessed what was happening to me and who had made statements about it and then had me arrested on the grounds that I had pink hair and had laughed at Elfed’s car and called it a penismobile.

Elfed and Martin seemed unaware that they had become famous as a result of their attempts to be seen to be beyond reproach at a crucial time. No wonder that Edwina carried out her plan to abolish them. Then Edwina stood for the leadership of the Labour Party in Wales and during the leadership debates the topic of anti-social behaviour was discussed. A lady in the audience asked how the candidates were going to tackle anti-social behaviour among young people. Edwina responded by saying that it wasn’t only young people who were capable of anti-social behaviour. I and the person whom I was watching this with were howling with laughter because we suspected that Edwina might have well have been thinking of two particularly unhinged NHS senior managers in north west Wales…

 

What Rhodri doesn’t explain is what Ron Davies was doing buying an expensive house on a mortgage when he knew that everyone was trying to get rid of him – and why did Ron bother to buy PPI, everyone knew by then that the buggers never pay up. Was Ron expecting perhaps to not only be in need of PPI but confident that he would be able to get them to cough up?

What happened to Jessica, who just did what she had to do? (Dafydd used to say that on the rare occasions that he was actually put on the spot and asked why he had broken the law. ‘I just did what I had to do’ would always be accompanied with Dafydd’s claim that ‘I found myself in this bizarre situation’. Yes, with a load of abducted victims of a paedophile ring imprisoned in a dungeon at the North Wales Hospital…)

Jessica Morden was well rewarded for doing what she had to do to save the reputation of the Labour Party ie. ensure that Ron bagged an expensive house in return for not standing again as the Labour MP for Caerphilly. Jessica was accepted as the Labour candidate for Newport East and became the MP for that constituency in 2005. Jessica was selected by the use of an all woman shortlist. No-one could accuse Blair of parachuting Jessica into south Wales though. Not only had Jessica been the General Secretary of Welsh Labour, but in 1991 she worked for Huw Edwards, Labour MP for Monmouth and she then worked for Llew Smith, Labour MP for Blaenau Gwent, 1992-95.

So Jessica had been around quite long enough to not know about Ron cottaging at the Castle Gate.

Llew Smith was also elected as the MEP for South Wales East in 1984. He stood down in 1994 – and made way for one Glenys Kinnock!

Huw Edwards succeeded the Monmouth seat from the Tory MP Sir John Stradling Thomas after Sir John was found dead in his Dolphin Square flat. Readers who follow the comments section of my blog will remember how often Richard Card has commented on the death of Sir John. Sir John had been expressing concern about the allegations of Westminster figures being involved in child abuse and was believed to be about to speak publicly and possibly name some of those alleged to be involved. He was found dead hours before he was due to speak.

Children trafficked for sex from the Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor were taken to Dolphin Square (see post ‘Are You Local?’). One of the community social workers employed on the Maesgeirchan estate on which Ty’r Felin was located was Meri Huws – Meri is alleged to be a former bedfellow of Rhodri Morgan (see post ‘People With Energy’).

Jessica got her chance at Newport East after Alan Howarth, the sitting MP, was elevated to the Lords by Blair. Howarth became famous when he crossed the floor. He was the Tory MP for Stratford-upon-Avon, after being elected in 1983. In 1995 he defected to Labour, was selected for Newport East and subsequently became a Minister in Blair’s Gov’t. Howarth was dropped from the Gov’t in 2001, after the Waterhouse Report had been published and the claims that it was a massive cover-up had been silenced, at least temporarily.

Howarth was an unlikely defector to New Labour. He had been a hard right Tory, a founder member of the Thatcherite No Turning Back group. Early in his career, Howarth had worked in the Conservative Party Chairman’s office under Willie Whitelaw – who spent many years in many capacities concealing the abuse of children and mental health patients in north Wales. Then Howarth became Director of the Conservative Research Department and Party Vice-Chairman. Matthew Parris used to work in the Conservative Research Department and claimed that there was a senior member of staff there who used to go cruising for young men on London buses. Parris also maintained that every summer, a group of male staff from that Dept would take a holiday at a place in Italy known as the ‘Villa of Shame’ where they were supplied with ‘boys who were always willing’.

What possible use could Blair have made of Howarth in 1995 when Howarth defected – whilst demands for a public inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal had been followed by Nicola Davies QC reviewing the paperwork to see whether a public inquiry should be held? Nicola found that the paperwork of the North Wales Police relating to the abuse of children was missing from 1989 onwards. There’s a surprise.

Howarth crossed the floor on 8 Oct 1995. Peter Morrison had been conveniently found dead three months before and now Nicola Davies QC and Secretary of State for Wales William Hague just had to work out how to rig the Public Inquiry into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal that people were demanding.

On the eve of the 1997 General Election the Labour MP for Ogmore, 1979-01, Sir Ray Powell told an interesting tale about two of his Blairite colleagues. He alleged that Mandelson and Ron Davies offered him a peerage if he gave up his seat in the Commons for Alan Howarth, the Conservative who had crossed the floor to join the Labour Party (see post ‘News From Sicily’)…

 

The political career of Ron Davies didn’t finish once he’d secured his upmarket house.  In 2004 he resigned from the Labour Party claiming that they were all a bit incompetent in the Welsh Labour Party. Ron then joined the new Forward Wales Party and stood for election as an MEP. In 2007 he stood for election to the Assembly – as an Independent – for Caerphilly. In 2008 Ron was back on Caerphilly County Borough Council – where he had begun his career decades previously. He held the Economic Development and Urban Regeneration portfolio, originally as an Independent but later actively supported the ruling Plaid group on the Council. In recent years there has been an ongoing scandal at Caerphilly County Borough Council involving financial mismanagement on a huge scale. There has been a criminal investigation which found serious wrongdoing but it was decided to proceed no further with the investigation because of the cost of the investigation. So it rather looks as though some of Ron’s colleagues have made off with hundreds of thousands of pounds of public money and they will not be held to account.

Ron joined Plaid in 2010 and has since stood as a Plaid candidate in three elections.

 

Rhodri explained in his memoir that he was sympathetic to politicians who stood accused of involvement in sex scandals as a result of his own experience. At one time a ‘Top Welsh Tory’ put it around that Rhodri had been cautioned for picking up prostitutes in the Cardiff docks area. A full apology to Rhodri was issued and a donation to charity was made after Rhodri approached the Tory Party Chairman at the time for help. That Chairman was Dr Brian Mawhinney, now Lord Mawhinney.

Mawhinney was a Tory MP, 1979-05 and concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles whilst he was Minister of State for Health, 1992-94. Mawhinney was PPS to Tom King, 1984-86, whilst King was Secretary of State for NI and then held Ministerial positions in the N Ireland Office between 1986-92. So Mawhinney knows all about Kincora.

Mawhinney’s brother Richard is a lawyer who is married to Patricia Scotland QC. Patsy’s big break was representing the Welsh Office at the Waterhouse Inquiry – she was given a peerage during the Inquiry. Patsy never looked back, she has gone from high office to high office, despite being embroiled in scandal and dogged by allegations of improper conduct wherever she goes. When Patsy was given the brief for the Waterhouse Inquiry her brother-in-law Brian was a member of the Cabinet.

Details of Patsy’s network of paedophiles’ friends can be read in posts ‘Baroness Patricia Scotland QC Was On Board As Well!’, ‘More On Baroness Patricia Scotland QC – And Her Very Sleazy Friends’ and ‘Even More About Baroness Patricia Scotland QC’.

Brian Mawhinney was Chair of the Tory Party, 1995-97. Which was just when everyone was dealing with the very tricky problem of Dafydd, the paedophile gang, the demands for a public inquiry and then the setting up of the rigged Waterhouse Inquiry. Mawhinney became Chairman of the Party on the last day of David Hunt’s tenure as Secretary of State for Wales. Peter Morrison was found dead eight days later.

I would imagine that the Tories were in such deep shit during Mawhinney’s time as Chairman of the Party that they would be very vulnerable indeed to approaches by angry Labour politicians who claimed to have been the subject of baseless rumours circulated by the Tory Party. Mawhinney might have been so worried that he could have even resorted to apologising to Labour MPs who perhaps really had been cautioned for kerb crawling around Cardiff docks.

Rhodri stood accused at some point between 5 July 1995 – 11 June 1997. Which was when the patients in north Wales were being left destitute and dead after their day centre had been closed down and when such strenuous efforts were being made to have me banged up in a secure unit.

 

As for other news recently. Professor Nick Hardwick, the Chairman of the Parole Board (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’), has stated that if details are released about Top Doctors who serve on the Parole Board, the Top Doctors would be at risk of coming under attack on social media. Did Nick perhaps have in mind recent blog posts of mine in which I mentioned that Professor Robert Bluglass and Drs Colin Berry and David Mawson all served on the Parole Board after Bluglass and Berry actively concealed the criminality of Dafydd and the paedophiles and David Mawson just politely failed to mention it when faced with the evidence?

Southern Health have been fined £2 million after the HSE mounted a prosecution against them in the wake of the deaths of Connor Sparrowhawk and another patient. This is substantially the result of the efforts of Connor’s mum Dr Sara Ryan who has worked very hard since Connor’s death to expose massive failures at Southern as well as the deaths of hundreds of patients which were never investigated. Sara has been subjected to the usual that anyone complaining about serious failings in the NHS can expect – she was described as ‘toxic’ by the Top Doctor whose negligence and dishonesty resulted in Connor’s death, she received an anonymous insulting call from a member of staff at Southern, the son of a senior NHS manager sent out a tweet describing her as a ‘fucking pest’ and then she was insulted all over again when she gave evidence at a GMC fitness to practice hearing.

Sara feels a sense of satisfaction now. I am not underestimating what Sara has achieved, but no-one involved in Connor’s death – or indeed in the deaths of the hundreds of other patients who were slaughtered by Southern – have lost their jobs. They are all still practising. The £2 million fine will be paid by Southern from its vast budget of public money. It will be given to the British state’s coffers. It was the British state who allowed Southern to kill patients. I would not be surprised if as a result of being fined £2 million, Southern now put in a plea for some special source of extra money from the Gov’t on the grounds that they are short of cash. They’ll get it as well.

The statements made by Southern yesterday were cut n pasted from the usual NHS template. ‘We’ve failed’. ‘This will be a catalyst for change.’ Just like all the other deaths were going to be a catalyst for change. As indeed was the conviction of the mass murderer Harold Shipman. So that’s why no-one been struck off in the wake of the genocide at Southern.

There is only one thing that will be a catalyst for change in the NHS – people who have abused or killed their patients being escorted out of their offices in handcuffs and then put on trial.

 

 

It Wasn’t On Our Radar

I finished reading Martin Shipton’s book about George Thomas, ‘Political Chameleon’, a few weeks ago. Shipton was given a hard time in an interview on a Welsh radio programme for being so rude about Thomas in his book, although Shipton could actually have been a great deal ruder and really rather restrained himself.

George Thomas was the Labour MP for Cardiff West, 1945-83, Secretary of State for Wales, 1968-70 and Speaker of the Commons, 1976-83. In 1983 Thatcher gave him an hereditary peerage and he became the 1st Viscount Tonypandy. Because George Thomas never married or had children, there wasn’t much point to that particular honour and the title died with him in 1997. Thomas was well known for his Methodism. The Methodist Church was a very powerful institution in Wales during George Thomas’s younger years and his position as a lay preacher and a big name in the Methodist Church  – he became Vice-President of the Methodist Conference in 1959 – gave him great kudos and influence. During the 1950s/60s, Thomas preached in nearly every city in Britain. In 1959 he went on a preaching tour of the US and took a stand against separate churches in Georgia. A black Church Minister stated that Thomas’s ‘face is white, but his heart is as black as ours’ – it is said that Thomas ‘never forgot’ this tribute.

Whilst George Thomas was Speaker, commentators outside of Wales often framed him as a national treasure. There were plenty of references to his Welshness – his accent was very obvious when he was calling for order in the Commons – and people waxed lyrical about this enthusiastic Methodist lay preacher who loved his mam and the Royal Family. As indeed did Jimmy Savile. Friendships across the political divide are common in Parliament, but George Thomas certainly pushed the boat out with regard to this – he was a big mate of Thatcher, who was perceived by many to have wrecked Wales to such an extent that it still hasn’t recovered. Thatcher discusses George Thomas in her book ‘The Downing Street Years’ – she heaps praise on him and explains that the basis of their friendship was their Methodism. (Thatcher occupied a curious position in the Tory Party in that she had been brought up as a Methodist and frequently made reference to this, yet the Tory Party was firmly situated within the Church of England and Thatcher seems to have felt obliged to move towards the Church of England. Not that she liked them very much – there was that comment that she made about the Bishops being ‘cuckoos in the nest’ because some of them showed a dangerous degree of tolerance and concern, she virtually denounced the World Council of Churches as a bunch of Communists in the pay of the Kremlin and then there was that dust-up with the Archbishop of Canterbury because he preferred to deliver a service emphasising peace and reconciliation after the Falklands conflict rather than go goosestepping through London as part of a ‘victory parade’.)

In the Labour Party in Wales however George Thomas was a very divisive figure and was actively hated in many quarters. He had always really riled Plaid and many Welsh speakers because he was extremely hostile to the Welsh language and had a problem with people who dared to speak it and ensure that their children could as well, but Thomas also became a substantial embarrassment and a difficulty for the Labour Party. He was completely opposed to devolution and although many other people in the Welsh Labour Party for many years were as well, Thomas remained rabidly anti-devolution after it had become Labour Party policy. His toadying to the British establishment and the Royal Family was so great that it became a national joke, even at a time when most of the population didn’t advocate dropping a bomb on the House of Lords and were very supportive of the Royal Family, consuming acres of vacuous newsprint about them.

Until quite recently, George Thomas was just another dead man who had once been an important figure in the Labour Party, but over the past few years he has become so notorious that a group of people in south Wales are campaigning to rename the Lord Tonypandy pub on the grounds that Wales would rather forget that this man ever existed. The source of the distress is that it has become clear that George Thomas was a paedophile. Not someone who had sex with his girlfriend when she was a few days short of her sixteenth birthday and he was just about 18, but an all out no holds barred child molester. The most serious complaint involved the rape of a nine year old boy, but there were numerous complaints over many years. In the way in which was obviously routine until very recently in cases of politicians sexually assaulting children, the complainants were ignored or silenced.

Towards the end of his life people felt able to make noises indicating that George Thomas was gay, that nobody had a problem with this but that his position in the Methodist Church and the era in which he grew up dictated that it really did have to be kept quiet. However since George Thomas’s fall from grace numerous people have admitted that he was a vile, intimidating git who shamelessly used his position and friendships with powerful people – including members of the Royal Family – to achieve his own ends. Furthermore, just about everyone in south Wales politics – and further afield as well – knew about this. Something similar happened after Ron Davies was caught with his trousers down – or indeed off – on Clapham Common with Boogie. People came crawling out of the woodwork from every direction maintaining that Ron Davies was a complete bastard who treated people appallingly and that they’d always hated him. It was stressed that people had kept quiet because they were ‘loyal’. Loyalty is a quality that I very much admire and I don’t think that there is nearly enough of it about. However, if someone is serially sexually assaulting other people – yet alone children or teenagers – and then committing even more serious crimes in order to silence their victims, loyalty is sorely misplaced.

Note to the Mafia of Drips: when a sex offender tells you to keep quiet about their offences, you DO NOT do it. OK Lesley/Rhodri/Jane/Drakeford/Julie? You absolutely stand up to them no matter what they do and you continue to stand up to them in every way possible YOU FUCKING IDIOTS. You do not ‘shut your mouth about DA’, you do not ‘go away from here and forget about everything that you have seen’. If Brown and me could withstand the pressure, what exactly was wrong with you? Ooh, I forgot – Brown and me were 21 and didn’t have our noses deep into the Trough of Plenty or entertain delusions that we were suitable people to run a country.

The methods used by George Thomas to silence victims and witnesses were certainly very similar to the methods that I knew to have been employed by Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales. George Thomas’s friend Leo Abse, an aggressively unpleasant lawyer who was Labour MP for Pontypool and then Torfaen, 1958-87, proved most useful. Abse himself talked about ‘homosexual partners’ of Thomas blackmailing him – it seems to have been the case that these were people who had been abused by Thomas who had complained and had either been bribed or threatened into going away by Abse. Abse was known to have been involved in paying one person to begin a new life in Australia and he also boasted that he told a ‘criminal’ who was making allegations against Thomas to leave Cardiff or he’d have him imprisoned for 10 years. The criminal left town and didn’t reappear. Such stories have a familiar ring to them – I knew young people in north Wales who were packed off abroad after discovering rather more than some wanted them to (see post ‘ Just A Language Divide?’). As for the criminal who left town – whenever I made a complaint about the paedophiles’ friends it was stressed that I was a criminal. I did have a conviction – for staring at one of the paedophiles’ friends in Safeways – and had any of their many attempts to frame me for serious offences actually worked, I too would have been in prison for 10 years….

Then of course there was the South Wales Police to whom complaints were being made about George Thomas – but who did not act on the complaints, no matter how serious they were. There were also the railway companies who knew that George Thomas was indecently assaulting boys on his regular journeys between Wales and London – but no action.

As well as the many people in political life who knew that George Thomas was sexually assaulting minors, another group of people knew as well – the Top Doctors. Leo Abse, who protected Thomas for years, came from a legal family with members who were also psychoanalysts and his brother Danny was a Top Doctor – as well as a well known poet – who had trained at the Welsh National School of Medicine, Westminster Hospital Medical School and King’s College, London.

In his book Martin Shipton explains how Leo Abse correlated Thomas’s periods of illness with the times that Thomas feared being exposed. At 6 am one morning in 1984, Leo Abse received a phone call from George Thomas who was in hospital. Thomas was in a dreadful state – it seems that Thomas was actually hospitalised as a result of contracting an STD and really thought that the game was up. It was Abse who negotiated the issuing of a public statement that Thomas had ‘waterworks trouble’ – very common in men of his age – and the ruse worked. Of course the Top Doctors will have known the reason why Thomas was in hospital and many other people in the hospital will have known as well. The Top Doctors have no trouble at all telling bare faced lies when high profile people are receiving treatment for conditions which would be career-death or cause massive embarrassment/scandal if the truth wee to be revealed. I do not think for one minute that the Top Doctors should disclose confidential details regarding their patients, but assistance from the Top Doctors comes at a high price – they’ll happily grovel to those patients and reassure them that they’ll handle everything, but those patients know damn well that they really mustn’t piss the Top Doctors off at any price.

Whilst I worked at St George’s one of the biggest names in light entertainment was a private patient of Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain in the Obs and Gynae Dept where I was working. I don’t think that she had a clue as to the wrongdoing and chaos that prevailed in that dept, but she was definitely useful for providing a bit of PR which went a long way to ensuring that most scandals occurring in that hospital did not hit the media. Even when Chamberlain put his name to a paper based upon a huge research fraud and his colleague and co-author Malcolm Pearce was sacked and struck off, Chamberlain wasn’t (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’). Chamberlain had a more powerful network than Pearce, but I suspect that his friendship with the celeb also helped deflect the crap from the media hitting him personally. Whilst I worked in London medical schools I was also provided with details concerning a gynaecological condition affecting a member of the Royal Family at which the Top Doctors were having a good laugh. I mentioned this to Brown as an example of how no-one at all was safe from a knife in the back from the Top Doctors and Brown commented that this Royal personage had probably dared to change doctors, so that was the end of any confidentiality and respect afforded to her.

The celebs whom depend upon the Top Doctors’ silence usually trip over themselves to support Top Doctors’ balls, charity functions etc.

So I was interested to discover that George Thomas went in for supporting medical charities in a big way. The City Hospice in South Wales was originally known as the George Thomas Trust – it found that a change of name was necessary after people finally began admitting publicly what George Thomas actually did in his spare time. Dr Elinor Kapp, a retired child psychiatrist who worked for many years in Gwent and Powys, has been a member of the Board of the Hospice and a volunteer there since it’s foundation. Elinor’s husband was Prof Kenneth Rawnsley, Professor of Psychological Medicine at Cardiff, 1964-85 and President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, 1981-84. Rawnsley personally knew Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales and spent decades concealing their wrongdoing (see post ‘The Discovery Of A Whole New Galaxy…). Rawnsley will have known that Thomas was molesting children.

I note that George Thomas’s STD crisis and the associated fear that the gaffe would be blown occurred in 1984 – which was the year when threats from Dr DGE Wood and demands that I withdraw my complaint and keep quiet about Gwynne the lobotomist began raining down on my head like there was no tomorrow. Dafydd, Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) and the paedophiles’ friends in north Wales undoubtedly knew about George Thomas’s sex offending – they will have known via their mate and colleague Kenneth Rawnsley as well as through the many other connections detailed on this blog. Dafydd and many of his associates were involved with the Methodist Church (see posts ‘A Serious Moral Collapse’ and ‘Ain’t Nothing Clean – Not Even The Welsh Calvinistic Methodists’) and when the former North Wales Police Superintendent Gordon Anglesea died in prison after being convicted of historical sex offences against children in care in north Wales, the Methodist Church as well as the Police Federation turned out in force at his funeral to give him a good send off.

George Thomas was a member of another powerful group of people who played a major role in concealing the wrongdoing of the paedophiles and their friends in north Wales – the Freemasons. Thomas was initiated into Sapphire Lodge at Penarth in 1944, whilst he was a school teacher living in Tonypandy. He was also a member of Cambrensis Lodge at Cardiff between 1950-53. Although Thomas resigned from Sapphire Lodge in 1965, Thomas continued to have a very close relationship with the Masons.

One of Thomas’s close friends was  Lt Col Arthur Lennox of Cardiff, who was the Grand Treasurer of the Freemasons and who organised a big festival in south Wales in 1968. A letter from Lennox enclosing confidential Masonic information was sent to Thomas three years after George Thomas had left the Masons – Lennox requested that Thomas destroy the minutes of a meeting.

In 1984, when Thomas was in the Lords, Thomas received a reference request from Roger Clarke, Secretary of the Clive Freemasons Lodge in Cardiff, in respect of an application to join the Masons from Raj Aggarwal, who later became Consul for India in Wales. Raj had met Thomas through the Asian Society of Wales.

Raj is a man with so many talents and connections that there is not the scope to detail them all here, so I’ll just mention the highlights. Raj is a pharmacist who studied at the Welsh School of Pharmacy at Cardiff University, 1969-72. He worked for Boots plc in south Wales and then in London.  Raj is a member of the Council for Cardiff University, a member of the Board of the Wales Millennium Centre, the Board of the National Pharmacy Association, the Board of Cardiff Business School and the Board of the Welsh International Business Council. Raj is Chair of Community Pharmacy Wales, a member of the Cardiff and County Club, Radyr Golf Club and the Vale of Glamorgan Golf Club. Raj has worked as the health correspondent for the Western Mail and as a Welsh Gov’t advisor, serving on Health and Pharmacy Committees.

Raj has been – and might still be – the Deputy Lieutenant of South Glamorgan. He boasts of a friendship with Prince Charles.

Most interestingly from my perspective, Raj is a Trustee and was/is Chair of the Kidney Wales Foundation and Donate Wales – George Thomas was also involved with Kidney Foundation Wales. The Kidney Wales Foundation evolved from the organisation established by Top Doctor William Asscher when he was Professor of Medicine at Cardiff. Asscher moved to London and became the Dean and then Principal of St George’s Hospital Medical School. He presided over that institution when there was major research fraud occurring (see post ‘I Don’t Believe It!’) and whilst the institution concealed organised child abuse and serious crime in north Wales as well as in London (see post ‘Some Very Eminent Psychiatrists From London’) and serious drugs offences (see post ‘A Galaxy Of Talent’). The wrongdoing at St George’s was obvious to anyone working within the institution, Asscher undoubtedly knew what was going on. Although Asscher spent the last part of his career in London, he continued to keep a home in south Wales and returned there after he retired. The crooks who ran Gwynedd Health Authority had a particularly high opinion of William Asscher and remained forever grateful to him because he secured the kidney unit at Ysbyty Gwynedd.

Asscher spent many years as a Top Doctor in Cardiff – he will have known about George Thomas and all the senior figures in politics who would do anything to keep Thomas’s activities quiet. Including giving the NHS lots and lots of money and never taking any action against Top Doctors, no matter how dreadfully they are conducting themselves – particularly if one of the Top Doctors who is the subject of much complaint is running the paedophile ring which is supplying the fresh meat to the politicians…

What a convenient arrangement all around!

William Asscher took up his appointment at St George’s in 1988 – the year after Dafydd and the paedophiles’ friends put me on a train to London and ordered me never to set foot in north Wales again. When I applied for a job as a research assistant at St George’s in the spring of 1989, I was told that I had not got the job. I then received a telephone call from St George’s telling me that so many good candidates had applied that a special post had been created for me should I wish to take it up. Obviously I thought that this offer was too good to be missed – but I was unaware that one of Dafydd’s mates was running the place and that the purpose of that job offer was to wreck my career and health.

William Asscher retired in 1996 – the year that the Waterhouse Inquiry opened.

In 1983 Ron Davies had been elected as the Labour MP for Caerphilly. The Ron whom everybody loathed and whom it was later admitted had interesting sexual tastes. In 1993 – after my career had been destroyed, after my friends who knew what had happened to me in north Wales had been found dead or had been hounded out of their jobs – Ron was appointed Shadow Secretary State of Wales by Labour leader John Smith. When Blair became PM in 1997, he appointed Ron as Secretary of State for Wales and was just gearing up to install Ron as Wales’s First Minister when Ron was caught with Boogie on Clapham Common…

I’m thinking of opening a book on who will be going to prison, for how long and in which prison they’ll serve their sentences. No doubt they will of course all retain the same Counsel – Cherie Booth QC! Who else would ever represent this lot now??? They won’t be able to rely on installing Huw Daniel as the presiding judge either, he’ll be in the dock along with the rest of them at this rate.

Do you perhaps wish that you hadn’t started all of this Wood?

 

In June 1985, Commander Michael Higham, the Grand Secretary of the United Grand Lodge of England – the most senior Mason in England and Wales – wrote to Thomas addressing him as ‘Brother Lord Tonypandy’. Which suggests that George Thomas was still considered a Mason in every way.

By June 1985, my problems with the paedophiles’ friends were escalating and I had begun to wonder what it was exactly that Wood and Tony Francis were hiding and were so frightened of me discovering.

Commander Michael Higham was Grand Secretary between 1980-89. In March 1998 BBC News reported that Higham was refusing to name Masons who had been involved with serious scandals in the British criminal justice system when he appeared before the Commons Home Affairs Select Committee, although the Lodge’s librarian and Communications Officer John Hamill had said that it was ‘probable’ that they would comply with the demands to name the people concerned because the Masons were a law abiding organisation who would not wish to be in contempt of Parliament. It was reported that Chris Mullin, the Chair of the Committee, was asking if there were any Masons who were part of the West Midlands Serious Crimes Squad, the unit which investigated the bombings for which the Birmingham Six were imprisoned or who were involved in the disciplinary hearing concerning the Deputy Chief Constable of Greater Manchester John Stalker, who was removed from the shoot to kill investigation in N Ireland.

Regular readers of this blog will have spotted a few familiar names in the preceding paragraph. Chris Mullin, the Labour MP for Sunderland at the time, fought a very brave battle on behalf of the Birmingham Six and played a key role in securing their release from prison. However Chris Mullin was not as helpful to the victims of the organised paedophile gangs which were operating in children’s homes in Sunderland as well as in other areas of the UK. In his capacity as a member and/or Chair of the Home Affairs Select Committee, Mullin recommended that police inquiries into child abuse should stop and that compensation to children who had been abused should only be paid if a criminal conviction had been secured (see post ‘Another Episode Of Friends’).

Once more we see that whereas various bodies and some individual MPs were prepared to fight for people being abused by the state, the two group of people who were not defended by any fighters for justice were kids in care who were being abused and mental health patients, many of whom were former kids in care who had been abused or had witnessed others being abused. The more that I think about this, the more that I am convinced that it is due to the involvement of the Top Doctors in organised child abuse. The nation is not so in awe of and frightened of paedophiliac gangs of social workers that no-one at all dares touch them. But people in Parliament are very well aware that if you piss the Top Doctors off and imprison a few of them you might not leave a hospital alive – should anyone doubt this, they need only to remember Michael Carr (see post ‘News From Sicily’). This is at the forefront of the mind of every middle-aged, boozing, not very fit politician with type 2 diabetes.

John Stalker gained evidence of a shoot to kill policy in N Ireland as well as evidence of associated serious corruption and was removed from the N Ireland inquiry by James Anderton, the Chief Constable of Greater Manchester Police. However Greater Manchester Police was riddled with corruption and John Stalker had some very questionable associates himself. Stalker used to drop in to see folk in the North Wales Police whilst that force was colluding with Dafydd and the paedophile gang and also had links with numerous people in north west England, some of whom were known to be corrupt, some of whom were suspected to be corrupt and some who were just very good friends with people who were corrupt (see posts ‘Top Of The Cops’ and ‘A Stalker’s Network’). Elfed Roberts, the former corrupt Chair of the NW Wales NHS Trust and former senior police officer in north Wales (see post ‘Former NHS Managers Of Notoriety Now Keeping A Low(er) Profile’), was Facebook friends with a number of former officers in the Greater Manchester Police.

I have previously discussed how when Dr Dafydd Alun Jones used to make police statements or swear not very truthful affidavits about me, I and my friends used to howl with laughter at Dafydd’s overblown claims and curious turns of phrase and how when I read Stalker’s memoir (entitled most appropriately ‘Stalker’), I noticed an uncanny similarity between those crazed documents dictated by Dafydd and some of the expressions and style of writing used by Stalker. Dafydd and Stalker received very different types of education in different countries and even spoke different first languages – it is a little odd that they both used words and expressions that most of the rest of the English speaking world doesn’t. Stalker wrote that book at the time that Dafydd was busy compiling florid documents about me. Dafydd might be interested to know that a group of Hergest patients rolled around laughing on a bus in Gwynedd one day when someone spotted a notice that said ‘please mind your head when alighting’ –  after observing that no-one actually would ever use such a word except for Dafydd, they speculated that perhaps he had found a new source of income, creating signs for the buses. Dafydd may have been a dangerous serious criminal, but he certainly provided entertainment over the course of many years. He has no idea how many catchphrases he inspired. I really would like to be a fly on the wall if he is ever arrested and questioned – he will be coming out with old favourites such as ‘don’t be so ridiculous’, ‘you don’t expect me to discuss this with a layperson like yourself do you?’, ‘come come, you can’t argue with a psychiatrist’ – the police will be pissing themselves laughing. ‘We’ve got a right one ‘ere Sarge, a sex offender posing as a Top Doctor’. Perhaps the police would like to send the recordings into ‘You’ve Been Framed’.

One thing that I am fairly certain that Stalker did discover whilst he was in N Ireland was what was going on in the Kincora Boy’s Home in Belfast and I strongly suspect that this was why he removed from the shoot to kill inquiry. Nobody in the British Gov’t was going to make much of a fuss if a policy of shoot to kill had been confirmed – it was hardly a secret – but there would have been a great deal of trouble indeed if the happenings at Kincora had been exposed, particularly as the members of Gov’t and High Society who were molesting those boys had links with the members of Gov’t and High Society who were busy molesting kids in other parts of the UK, including in north Wales.

It was confirmed that seven Masons were among the 97 strong West Midlands Serious Crime Squad. A Squad which undoubtedly had links to the British security services as well and probably contained people working for MI5 – one only has to look at who the Squad was fitting up, how much they were getting away with and the co-operation from other corrupt professional people which was forthcoming.

Higham was quoted by the BBC as saying of the Masons that ‘we have a few bad apples and we take charge of them but the rest are jolly decent chaps’. I am sure that not all Masons are child molesters or serious criminals, but the problem was that some of the bad apples were and the Masons didn’t put them out of action or indeed expose them.

Michael Higham received media coverage on other occasions as well. In May 1995, an article appeared in the Indie regarding a huge civil war within the Masons.  The rank and file Masons had got together to try to stop the sale of the Royal Masonic Hospital in west London, which was planned by Higham and the Masons’ charity, the Grand Charity. Alan Lomas, the Governor of the Royal Masonic Hospital and a Freemason since 1951, had issued a High Court writ against Higham and the Grand Charity, alleging that the Grand Lodge had been attempting to subvert running of the hospital since 1981 which had now culminated in Higham and the Grand Lodge’s plans to sell the hospital – Lomas alleged that some of the hospital governors were also in on the subversion and wanted to sell.

The Duke of Kent – who was the President of the hospital as well as England’s most senior Freemason – had commissioned a report from Touche Ross which had been published in 1990 and concluded that to remain viable the hospital would have to abandon its Masonic connections and become a private hospital. The Grand Lodge had responded by saying that in return for the substantial sums that the hospital was receiving from the Grand Charity, it would be required to adopt a new constitution which allowed the Duke to appoint a Chairman and four members of the Board. The proposal was rejected, the Duke resigned as President of the hospital and Prince Michael of Kent – the Provincial Grand Master for Middlesex – resigned as Vice-President. It was revealed that the Financial Director of the hospital was an undischarged bankrupt, that members of the senior management had been dismissed among allegations of misdemeanours and that the staff pension fund was millions of pounds ‘adrift’.

The hospital Governors were led by Vice-Patron Douglas Brooks, who fought to keep the hospital open. The Charity Commission had called in Coopers and Lybrand to act as the receiver and sort out the cash problems.

In Dec 1994, after a mass vote, the Masons voted to close the Royal Masonic Hospital and to wind up the charity running it. Brooks abandoned his efforts to stop the sale which was when Lomas took up cudgels on behalf of the hospital charity and fellow Governors.

In July 1995 the Indie reported that the Commons Home Affairs Select Committee was to investigate the influence of Freemasonry in the police and judiciary and that Higham had offered his co-operation. The Chairman of the Committee at that time was Sir Ivan Lawrence QC, a Tory who in his day job as a barrister had defended some gangland criminals accused – and found guilty – of some particularly vicious murders. It was alleged that the Local Government Ombudsman had investigated Masonic corruption in previous years in the Borough Councils of Hackney and Lambeth. Frank Dobson – former Secretary of State for Health under Blair – managed to ignore a great deal of corruption relating to the abuse of children and mental health patients for many years, in his capacity as a Councillor in Camden, the MP for Holborn and St Pancras and as Health Secretary. Dobbo spent a number of years working as the Assistant Secretary to the Office of the Local Gov’t Ombudsman (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part IV’).

Hackney and Lambeth were both Councils presiding over the serious abuse of children in their care – they also were both Councils which sent children in care on placement to children’s homes in north Wales.

The Local Government Ombudsman obviously didn’t make much headway. In 1999 my friend’s baby died in the care of Musgrove Park Hospital when she should not have – my friend who knew what had happened to me at the hands of the north Wales mental health services and who had already been hounded out of her job at the Royal Television Society when she wanted to make a documentary about north Wales – and her partner was forced out of his job at the BBC in 1994. At the same time, the mental health services in north Wales were making strenuous efforts to imprison me once more on the basis of the perjury of their staff (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’). I had been told that I was such a danger to the staff at the Hergest Unit that if I entered Ysbyty Gwynedd I would be arrested – presumably on the basis of yet more perjury – and I had been referred to the forensic psychiatry team. When I finally obtained the documentation relating to all this recently, I discovered that the forensic Angel Jackie Ehlen had taken the trouble to record that my friend’s baby had died. Jackie had been one of the Angels involved in the cover-up into the death of a psych patient in Ysbyty Gwynedd a few years previously which involved a number of people lying at the inquest (see post ‘Inside Information About A Hergest Unit Death’).

Diane Abbott used to work as the Press Officer and PR person for Lambeth Borough Council. She now represents the People of Hackney, as the Radio 4 satire ‘Dead Ringers’ enjoys reminding everyone.

The Indie report mentioned the Manor of St James, a Lodge famous for containing as members only former and serving officers in the ‘C’ division of the Met. Commander Higham explained that there was nothing sinister about Freemasonry, that it was all about benign socialising and that he was a member of the Naval Lodge, for retired and current Naval Officers. (A number of people who worked very hard to conceal the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles had served in the Navy – including Jim Callaghan, Sir Alec Bingley and Professor Geoffrey Chamberlain, as of course had Gwynne the lobotomist himself.) It was emphasised that far from being an organisation full of police officers, many police officers joined the Masons in order to meet people who weren’t police officers. Perhaps people who were judges, Top Doctors, lawyers, senior figures in local gov’t etc who might find a friendship with a few police officers who were members of the same secret society dedicated to assisting each other, particularly in times of trouble, useful – such as at times when they had found themselves the subject of complaint after they had sexually assaulted children. The Indie mentioned a Chris Mullin MP who was on the Home Affairs Select Committee and who had campaigned for greater disclosure regarding Masonic membership after it was discovered that a number of the police and lawyers involved in the Birmingham Six case were Freemasons.

Chris – it’s more than twenty years later and Dafydd is still Chairing CAIS,  the Top Doctors are writing lies on the medical notes which was the subject of my initial complaint about Gwynne the lobotomist in 1984 and kids in care are still being trafficked by organised gangs.

My how things haven’t changed.

 

In Oct 1987 George Thomas accepted an invitation to a reception in London for the Cardiff Masonic Hall Company Ltd – the invitation mentioned ‘colleague Wyn Calvin’.

Wyn Calvin is a veteran Welsh entertainer and comedian who in 1991 became the first Welshman to be elected to the Grand Order of the Water Rats as King Rat. Calvin has also been the Welsh Chairman of the Variety Club of Great Britain and was a founding member of the Noah’s Ark appeal which was launched in 2000 to lobby and raise money for the development of the Children’s Hospital for Wales aka the Children’s Hospital, Cardiff. The Children’s Hospital was opened in 2005 and is located on the site of the University Hospital at the Heath in Cardiff – the Children’s Hospital is managed by the Cardiff and Vale University Health Board.

There have been a series of scandals at the University Hospital at the Heath – one of the most high profile incidents of serious patient neglect was brought to public attention by Ann Clwyd, the Labour MP for Cynon Valley, who was horrified at the manner of her husband’s death in that hospital. The hospital robustly defended itself and Ann was denounced by the usual vested interests who were livid that she’d dared to level criticism at the national treasure which is the NHS. There has been much wrong at that hospital for many years but the NHS jackboot had ensured that everyone was firmly stamped upon and many matters which should have been made public remained concealed. The Cardiff and Vale University Health Board are the proud employers of the former sexual harasser of St George’s Hospital Medical School, Dr Richard Penketh (see post ‘The Battle Of The Cowshed’).

The second phase of the Children’s Hospital is actually being funded by the Welsh Gov’t and is costing many millions – the Noah’s Ark appeal is just funding a few extras, including of course a machine that goes ping.  Nonetheless, even as Carwyn dispenses the dosh, he is still being drowned out by the sound of angry Top Doctors insisting that the citizens of Wales are dying because of Carwyn’s Cuts – the cuts that currently ensure that almost half of the Welsh Gov’ts budget is being spent on the NHS. If Carwyn doesn’t keep dishing out the dosh, there’ll be the folk involved with the Noah’s Ark appeal – who include Shirley Bassey and Charlotte Church as well as King Rat – to remind everyone that Carwyn is slaying the nation’s children.

 

It was in about 1987 that Fergus Lowe overthrew Dafydd’s influence in the School of Psychology at Bangor University. Under Fergus the School of Psychology rapidly expanded from – as one of the postgrads from that time observed – a derelict building on its last legs ear-marked for closure to virtually a university in its own right. My post ‘He’s Not The Messiah, He’s A Very Naughty Boy’ detailed some of the very unscrupulous methods which Fergus employed to build his empire, but if someone like Fergus found out that member of the Lords and Thatcher’s friend George Thomas was sexually abusing children – as well as Thatcher’s other friend and PPS/the Deputy Chairman of the Conservative Party Sir Peter Morrison – the potential for business to boom would be enormous. It also explains why although he was once to described to me as ‘the most hated man in Bangor’, no-one actually confronted Fergus about his enormous wrongdoing – of which there was plenty of evidence – and put him out of action.

In 1990 Michael Higham invited Thomas to attend a touring exhibition in Cardiff Masonic Hall, put on by the Association of Methodist Freemasons.

Between 1990-2004, Ian Lawrie Mackeson-Sandbach was Provincial Grand Master of North Wales. Another member of the Freemasons in north Wales is Hefin Davies, the former Chairman of the NW Wales NHS Trust. Whilst Hefin was Chairman, Hergest patients were abused and some of them died, yet even the most serious of complaints were not investigated. The Tory MP for Clwyd West, David Jones, is also a Freemason – David Jones is a solicitor who spent many years sitting in courts in north Wales watching the paedophiles’ friends fit people up but David said not a word (see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’). Ian’s daughter Antoinette Sandbach worked as a criminal barrister in London until she heard the call of the land a few years ago and returned to north Wales and took a ‘low paid job’ on a ‘farm’. Antoinette didn’t stay living on the ‘farm’ that is the family’s estate that they inherited from their slave trader ancestors for very long – after a few weeks, she’d landed a job working for David Jones in his constituency office in Colwyn Bay! And before you could say ‘another paedophiles’ friend arrived to provide reinforcements now that there are demands for another inquiry’, Antoinette was on the candidates list for the Assembly and then was elected as an AM. Antoinette legged it for a safe Westminster seat at the first opportunity and now she’s backing old Theresa up in the Commons (see post ‘News Round Up, 19 January 2018’). Another Freemason in Colwyn Bay is former Denbigh nurse Nigel Mannering Berry, who managed the Gwynfa Unit, the adolescent mental health unit in Colwyn Bay where children were raped and violently assaulted (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’).

 

George Thomas opposed the creation of the Welsh Office – it was set up after the 1964 General Election – because he feared that it would open the ‘floodgates of nationalism’. Ironically George Thomas soon became Minister of State and then Secretary of State in the Welsh Office. The first Secretary of State for Wales was Jim Griffiths and he was succeeded by Cledwyn Hughes. Cledwyn Hughes inherited the Welsh Language Bill from Griffiths – it was enacted in 1967 and allowed Welsh language evidence to be heard in courts and also allowed official documentation to be written in Welsh. It was actually Mandelson’s grandfather Herbert Morrison who in his capacity as Home Secretary introduced the Welsh Courts Act in 1942 – the 1967 Act extended the rights in the 1942 Act. Cledwyn Hughes was most enthusiastic in promoting the Welsh language but George Thomas had a very big problem with it and was contemptuous of the 1967 Act. One wonders how George Thomas felt when Lord Wyn Roberts twisted the arms of Thatcher and Willie Whitelaw into allowing the Welsh Language Act 1993 after Roberts was reminded by a few people that Thatcher et al were colluding with politicians who were sexually abusing children in care in Wales (see posts ‘The Cradle Of Filth’ and ‘A Bit More Paleontology’).

Whilst George Thomas was Minister of State at the Welsh Office, 1966-68 and then Secretary of State for Wales, 1968-70, the Welsh Office concealed the abuses at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh and in the children’s homes in north Wales. Thomas also behaved in an utterly shabby way towards the mining communities of south Wales. When it was proposed to shut the mine at Glyncorrwg – the valley leading to Port Talbot – decisions over pit closures were being handled by the Dept of Fuel and Power, for which John Morris was Parliamentary Secretary. Under Parliamentary protocol Morris wasn’t allowed to decide the fate of a mine in his own constituency, so George Thomas, in his capacity as a Welsh Office Minister, made representation to Lord Robens the Chair of the NCB. Robens refused to give the pit a reprieve. Thomas described Robens as a ‘compassionate and kindly man’. Thomas showed the depths of his own kindness and compassion when, following the Aberfan tragedy, he ordered a huge proportion of the money that had been donated to the Aberfan Disaster Fund to be used to clean up the coal tips lest another few tons of waste fell on a few more buildings wiping everyone out, the NCB not being willing to stump up for this themselves.

 

Thomas made numerous influential friendships from his earliest years as an adult and used his connections for maximum effect. He was excused service in WWII and instead joined the special police in Tonypandy, serving as a sergeant. Thomas trained as a teacher at University College, Southampton and taught in London and south Wales.

Thomas was the Press and Parliamentary Secretary for the Cardiff Association of Teachers and was an activist in the NUT. In 1942 Thomas joined the NUT executive. He was a friend of Annie Thomas – later Annie Powell – a fellow teacher and NUT activist, who later became well known as a Communist Councillor and the Mayor of Rhondda, 1979-80.

It was Elizabeth Andrews, the women’s organiser for the Labour Party in Wales, who asked Thomas if she could put his name on the candidates list for the Labour Party.

Thomas was originally elected for Cardiff Central in 1945, but boundary changes resulted in the seat becoming Cardiff West in 1950. Thomas was in the House with Herbert Morrison, Mandelson’s grandfather, who was Leader of the Commons and Deputy PM 1945-51. Thomas fell out with Morrison in 1951 when Morrison was Deputy PM and overseeing the Festival of Britain, because Morrison planned to open Battersea Fun Fair on Sundays. After Thomas called Morrison a ‘little Londoner’ in a Commons speech, Morrison wrote to Thomas telling him that he’d never go to Cardiff to speak again.

Thomas was elected in the 1945 General Election in which Labour won a landslide victory which resulted in Clement Attlee becoming PM. However Labour’s election defeat in 1951 resulted in Labour – and George Thomas – being in opposition for 13 years. Throughout that time Thomas continued to build allies and friendships – even with people whose causes he chose not to actually support. In 1954 after the US detonated the H bomb at the Bikini Atoll, a ‘deeply shocked’ Thomas attended the meeting organised by the Labour MP Fenner Brockway, which was effectively the launch of CND. Thomas then attended the formal launch of CND at a rally  in the Royal Albert Hall which was attended by the likes of Tony Benn and Tony Greenwood. Yet George Thomas decided not to actually join CND.

When Hugh Gaitskill died in 1963, Thomas backed Harold Wilson as leader of the Labour Party over his fellow Cardiff MP Jim Callaghan – who knew that Thomas was assaulting minors and who for years, including the years when he was PM, concealed the organised abuse of children in north Wales and elsewhere. Callaghan and Thomas hated each other. Wilson subsequently chose to launch the Labour Party’s 1964 election campaign in Cardiff.

After the 1964 General Election, Thomas was appointed as a junior Minister at the Home Office, responsible for immigration under Home Secretary Frank Soskice, a lawyer and the Labour MP for Newport. In his capacity as a Home Office Minister, in 1964 Thomas facilitated a meeting between Soskice and Peter Bessell – the man who always maintained that Thorpe was having gay relationships with minors including Norman Scott and who gave evidence at Thorpe’s 1979 trial that Thorpe had planned to have Norman killed – concerning Jeremy Thorpe. There are allegations that in 1960, under the Conservative Gov’t, political intervention stopped Thorpe being prosecuted for offences against a minor and that in 1964 in the wake of further allegations, Thorpe was worried that the 1960 case would become public. In 1976 journalists wanted to interview George Thomas about this and Leo Abse stated that Thomas was in a state of terror lest the journalist asked about his own sexuality.

 

There is evidence that with regard to corrupt business practices, George Thomas was compromised as long ago as April 1963. A letter was sent to Thomas at his home address from W.D. Blakeman and Co, detailing proposals for a big housing development that were to be put to Cardiff City Council and asking to meet a Labour MP to discuss the development and requesting members of the company to join the Labour Party. The development was in the hands of the City Housing Manager. Three months later, another Blakeman scheme concerning the building of homes in the Pentrebane and Trowbridge areas of Cardiff was approved.

George Thomas was a longstanding friend of Julian Hodge, whose business dealings were very questionable indeed. Hodge was basically a money lender – ‘Private Eye’ referred to him as ‘the usurer of the valleys’ – but he is quaintly described in his wiki entry as an ‘entrepreneur and philanthropist’. Hodge acquired a personal fortune of over £60 million and was domiciled in Jersey. In 1970 he instituted the annual Jane Hodge lecture – in memory of his mother – and brought high profile speakers to Cardiff, including the Governor of the Bank of England, Prince Philip and Sheikh Yamani of Opec.

Hodge found himself at the centre of a particularly big row when it was revealed that his business the Hodge Group had lent money to immigrants in Birmingham and Lancashire at interest rates of up to 45%. In 1972 Julian Hodge established the Commercial Bank of Wales, later known as the Julian Hodge Bank. Hodge’s intention was for the Bank to deploy local depositors’ funds to finance industrial regeneration and turn Cardiff into a regional finance centre., although it didn’t quite work out that way. In 1981 the Bank of England refused to grant the Commercial Bank of Wales full banking status, although after Hodge had a hissy fit in 1982 Geoffrey Howe, then Chancellor, ensured that full banking status was conferred. George Thomas, Jim Callaghan and David Ormsby-Gore aka Lord Harlech – who died an untimely death, as have many members of his immediate family since he was killed (see post ’95 Glorious Years ‘) – were founding Directors of the Commercial Bank of Wales.

Julian Hodge really liked bankrolling things and in 1969 he endowed a Chair of Business and Finance at UWIST, the institution which evolved into Cardiff University. Cardiff University’s website currently features the Julian Hodge Institute of Macroeconomics.

George Thomas spent years batting for a knighthood for Julian Hodge and persuaded Callaghan to assist with this. Callaghan wrote to Harold Wilson regarding the Investiture Honours, saying that he wanted to ‘reinforce the pleas George Thomas has made’ for Hodge to be given a knighthood, although Hodge had to wait another year for his K – it was confirmed in June 1970.

Hodge was a Labour Party supporter and financially supported seven Labour MPs. However he really was not fussy with regard to whom he hung out with. He went drinking with Jeffrey Archer in the Carlton Club just before Archer was elected as a Tory MP and let Archer know that he’d given three million to charity.

Sir Archie Lush, the former political agent and friend of Nye Bevan, received a letter from Hodge concerning his support for charity – a copy of the letter was sent to George Thomas. Archie Lush was appointed Chair of the Welsh Hospital Board in 1964 and was responsible for allowing the horrors at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh to continue. Kenneth Rawnsley was Lush’s advisor. In 1969 as the victims of sex offenders were shocked, lobotomised, drugged and held in Dafydd’s dungeon, Archie was awarded a knighthood in the Investiture honours – for services to the social services in Wales.

How on earth has Dafydd managed to avoid ermine and membership of the Privy Council?

George Thomas was obviously thought to have a hotline to Julian Hodge with regard to tapping him for money for charity -the Rev Bob Mogan, the Baroness of Ely’s dad, wrote to Thomas asking for sponsorship for a concert in St David’s Hall in Cardiff connected with the Urdd. For the low down on the Rev Bob and the Baroness, see post ‘More Than Politics And Local Government’.

Hodge and George Thomas even managed to recommend an account at the Commercial Bank of Wales to Sheikh Ahmed Zaki Yamani, the Saudi oil Minister, on an occasion when the Sheikh had sent his private jet over to Cardiff to pick up Thomas and Hodge and it needed refuelling. Hodge, his wife Moira and Thomas had made friends with the Sheikh during the summer of 1977 whilst on a ‘religious experience’ together.

Julian Hodge was instrumental in the foundation of the George Thomas Memorial Trust and after Thomas died Hodge wanted to turn his bungalow into a museum or shrine no less. Ted Heath of course left nearly all of his money to himself in his will with instructions that it should be used to turn his house into a museum which was laughable enough, but at least Arundells is big enough for tourists to wander around and look at. George Thomas lived in a bungalow in Cardiff – for many years he famously shared this bungalow with his mother – which I would have thought would have been a major constraint in transforming his home into a museum. However Thomas’s bungalow was at the Heath, very close to the University Hospital, so perhaps the entrance fee could have included a tour of the hospital to marvel at the Top Doctors who had concealed the fact that Thomas was a child molester, who had also managed to kill Lena Zavaroni after performing a lobotomy on her – there wasn’t an admission that they had given her a lobotomy, but look up the details, it was pretty much a lobotomy – and then provided the distressing conditions in which Ann Clwyd’s husband died.

I was recently told by a stranger that a great many people and grandiose institutions in Cardiff were so reluctant to fall out with George Thomas’s mate Mr Moneybags that anyone crossing the path of Dafydd the Facilitator in north Wales would find themselves under attack. Such as a Bangor graduate who took the piss out of Dafydd and the paedophiles.  Ah well the whole lot of them are covered in crap now aren’t they.

 

For decades George Thomas was close to Gwynoro Jones, the Labour MP for Carmarthen, 1970-74. Thomas and Jones made the warm up speeches for Harold Wilson at Labour rallies in Wales. In 1969 at the best of Callaghan, Jones became the Research and PR Officer for the Labour Party in Wales which involved regular meetings with Thomas at Thomas’s house in Cardiff.

Gwynoro was Parliamentary Secretary to Roy Jenkins in 1974, when Roy Jenkins was Home Secretary and had busied himself concealing the paedophile gang at work in north Wales, as well as much other wrongdoing (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part I’). In 1981 Gwynoro joined Roy in founding the SDP and along with Tom Ellis, then the MP for Wrexham – who worked very hard at not noticing the paedophile gang operating on his doorstep (see post ‘The Celtic Iron Lady And Yet More History’) – formed ‘a strong Welsh voice’ in the UK SDP. Gwynoro was Chair of the SDP in Wales and Chaired the National Committee in Wales of the SDP-Liberal Alliance, 1983-89.

Gwynoro is still very active, he has a You Tube and a blog. The section on his blog detailing his political biography has a lovely collection of photos of Gwynoro with – variously – Stephen Kinnock, Vince Cable, Paddy Ashdown, Dafydd Wigley, Lord Elystan-Morgan and my old favourites Dr Death and Shirl.

Gwynoro Jones was an important ally of Thomas when Thomas was Secretary of State for Wales – whilst Thomas was Secretary of State, Elystan Morgan was a junior Minister in the Home Office, when the Home Office were directly responsible for the management of Bryn Estyn whilst the boys there were abused. Elystan Morgan was a friend of Gwynoro Jones and was a solicitor, barrister and circuit judge on the corrupt Chester and Wales Circuit. Lord Elystan-Morgan was President of Aberystwyth University, 1997-07, the home of many of the paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) – he was appointed President just as the Waterhouse Inquiry got off the ground.

Lord Barry Jones was described as being ‘very close indeed’ to George Thomas and Thomas’s ‘Parliamentary son’. Barry Jones was a teacher who trained at what later became Bangor University – he was President of Flint County NUT. Being President of the NUT in a county in which a paedophile gang was operating would have  resulted in Lord Baz being party to much incriminating information. Lord Baz was MP for East Flintshire, 1970-83 – he succeeded Baroness Eirene White who mixed with many paedophiles’ friends herself (see post ‘A Bit More Paleontology’) – and then for Alyn and Deeside, 1983-87. Baz was a junior Minister in the Welsh Office, 1974-79. So he was in post when the Welsh Office were failing to inspect children’s homes in north Wales whilst the paedophile gang were busy inside them and were ignoring the serious criminality prevailing at the North Wales Hospital Denbigh. Lord Baz was appointed to the Intelligence and Security Committee by John Major in 1994, where he remained until 2001 – once the Waterhouse cover-up had been safely published. Whereupon Baz became a Lord. He had already been made a member of the Privy Council in 1999. In 2007 Lord Baz became President of NEWI (which became Glyndwr University) whilst the crazed Mike Scott was VC when it was a bizarre and troubled ship – in 2009 Lord Baz was appointed Chancellor. Glyndwr is a university with a very strong affinity indeed for paedophiles’ friends (see post ‘A Vampire At Glyndwr University!’). Baz is also President of the Deeside Business Forum – how is he so successful at persuading Gov’ts to invest there??

George Thomas’s other close friends included Greville Janner, Cyril Smith and Jeremy Thorpe. His pal Leo Abse has also been the subject of an investigation into historical child abuse. George Thomas was a friend of Enoch Powell as well – Powell too was the subject of a complaint of child abuse. When Enoch Powell was Health Minister in 1960 he visited the North Wales Hospital and was so shocked at what he saw that he told them that he would not allow them to do this to people and returned to London promising to shut the institution down. For some reason he dropped that plan very quickly and it was never mentioned again – neither are there any references to it in the archive of his papers. George Thomas was on good enough terms with Jonathan Aitken to dispense advice to him and act as a character witness when Aitken launched his libel action against the Guardian, which eventually led to Aitken’s imprisonment for perjury.

George Thomas became President of the NCH (National Children’s Home) in approx 1984 – he stood down at the end of 1994, by which time it was known as NCH/Action for Children. Many people associated with the NCH are now known to have concealed or colluded with child abuse (see post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’). Glanville Owen, the senior manager in Gwynedd Social Services with responsibility for children’s homes whilst the paedophile gang operated within them, had previously worked for the NCH (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing’).

 

Shipton’s book about George Thomas tells us that some people, including former Tory MP Lord Patrick Cormack – a long time friend of Thomas and someone who has been in a position to know a great deal about the abuse of children and vulnerable people – simply do not believe the allegations that Thomas was a child abuser (see post ‘More Than Politics And Local Government’). I do not know what Lord Cormack’s position is now that South Wales Police have admitted that there were complaints about Thomas which were inexplicably not acted upon. Patrick Cormack was the person who facilitated George Thomas’s membership of the Athenaeum, a club popular with Top Doctors and lawyers, including many who have colluded with organised child abuse and criminal activity in psychiatry. Jimmy Savile was a member.

Shipton also quotes Dafydd Wigley, the MP for Caernarfon, 1974-01, and AM for the same constituency, 1999-03. Dafydd Wigley maintains that he really did not have any knowledge of Thomas’s offences. Indeed Wigley states that when he first went to Westminster he was ‘pretty naive’ and he thinks that many other MPs were as well. He told Shipton that not long after he became an MP, there were allegations that children were being abused in Ty’r Felin children’s home in Bangor, but because that home was actually in the constituency of Wyn Roberts ‘it was a matter for Wyn’. Dafydd remembers that ‘there were inquiries but I can’t remember the outcome of it…it was at that time that I first came across the word ‘paedophile’ and I didn’t know the meaning of the word…because it wasn’t on our radar then…’

There are a few points that need to be made in response to Dafydd Wigley’s claims of ‘I Know Nuzzing’. George Thomas’s activities were very widely known about in Westminster and in Wales, both north and south. People other than Dafydd Wigley have now admitted that it was common knowledge that Thomas was continually participating in casual sexual encounters and even as an old man had a taste for much younger men – including the younger men who were employed at Westminster who were sometimes bothered by him. Regarding Dafydd Wigley passing on the concerns to Wyn Roberts, the MP for Conwy – Ty’r Felin was in Roberts’s constituency, but Wyn Roberts and his boss Margaret Thatcher whom he who served slavishly did not have a very good track record when it came to defending the interests of children in care who were being abused and trafficked to London to be used for sex by members of the Tory Party, among others. Ty’r Felin was in Bangor which was in Roberts’s constituency – but the woman whom Waterhouse admitted ignored the paedophile ring who were abusing the children in care in north Wales and who was directly responsible for Ty’r Felin was not in Bangor. Lucille Hughes, the Director of Gwynedd Social Services, was sitting in an office in Caernarfon, just around the corner from Dafydd Wigley’s surgery and about three miles down the road from Dafydd Wigley’s house. As was Lucille’s boss, the Chief Exec of Gwynedd County Council, Ioan Bowen Rees. Ioan Bowen Rees was considered an expert in local government and two Plaid politicians consulted him for advice – one being a man called Dafydd Wigley and the other being Gwynfor Evans, who preceded Dafydd Wigley as President of Plaid. Lucille’s Deputy Director of Social Services directly responsible for Ty’r Felin – Glanville Owen – was also sitting in an office in Caernarfon. As was Ron Evans, the crooked lawyer employed by Gwynedd County Council who, in collusion with Lucille – Dr Dafydd Alun Jones’s mistress – and the staff of the Arfon Community Mental Health Team, were trying to fit me up for serious offences. Until about 1987, the Arfon Community Mental Health Team also had their offices in Caernarfon. Furthermore, Dafydd Wigley knew what that lot were doing to me – because I had written to him about it.

Of course Dafydd Wigley had probably had decades of opportunities to ask Dafydd Alun Jones why victims of the paedophile gang were finding themselves in the dungeon at Denbigh – because Dafydd Wigley and Dafydd Alun Jones were both standing as Plaid candidates before Plaid really took off as an electoral force. Dafydd Alun Jones stood as the Plaid candidate for Denbigh in 1959 and 1964. By the time that Dafydd Wigley was passing on matters to Wyn Roberts, he’d had quite a few decades to have a chat with Ioan Bowen Rees as well – Bowen Rees stood as the Plaid candidate for Conwy in 1955 and 1959 and for Methyr Tydfil in 1964. I am fairly sure that Dafydd Wigley and his wife used to live in south Wales before they moved up to Caernarfon – in a place called Methyr Tydfil I seem to remember…

Dafydd Wigley could have loaded up a few rucksacks with explosives, nipped out of his surgery and around the corner and blown the whole bloody lot of them sky high and resolved the problems at Ty’r Felin and in a great many other places for good. He did not do this. He replied to my first letter about the mental health services – he wrote a very nice reply telling me that if he could help at a Parliamentary level he would. I was delighted and my friends were really impressed. The mental health services then came after me again repeatedly and I went through a period of being too ill and too busy trying to keep myself alive and out of prison to write to anyone. When I recovered sufficiently I wrote to Dafydd Wigley again. I did not receive a response.

Dafydd Wigley didn’t always pass matters on to Wyn if they concerned people in Wyn’s constituency. During one General Election campaign, someone canvassing for Wyn Roberts was rash enough to ring my house  -which was located in Roberts’s constituency – and ask if people in the house were going to vote Tory. I didn’t answer the phone, the person whom  I lived with did. He was so outraged at a supporter of the Conservative Party cold calling that he immediately rang the house of another local MP who was not a Tory – Dafydd Wigley. Dafydd Wigley’s wife answered, she was ever so nice and explained that Dafydd was on his way back from London and that she would let him know that there’d been a phone call for him as soon as he got in. I was well impressed when later on that evening Dafydd Wigley rang. I have no idea at all whether he knew whose house he had rung, but the person with whom I lived had a long chat with Dafydd Wigley, who agreed that the Tories ringing up unsuspecting non-Tory households was completely unacceptable.

Lord Wigley – the person to whom you spoke that night had, years before, been beaten up by the North Wales Police, fitted up for serious offences, imprisoned and then packed off to Denbigh, unlawfully. Where – after being left to rot for a very, very long time – Dr Dafydd Alun Jones tried to coerce him into going to live at Holyrood House in Llandudno, the ‘nursing home’ exposed by Esther on That’s Life in about 1987, in which Dafydd’s patients were being beaten up and abused by a bunch of hired thugs from Liverpool. Dafydd was so keen that this man should join those who were having the living daylights kicked out of them in Llandudno that he refused to let this man out of Denbigh – on the grounds that he had nowhere to live. So without telling the Angels, this interned prisoner rang up a mate in Bethesda and that mate wrote to Denbigh – I think that he might have signed himself ‘Dr’ what with him having a PhD just to shut Dafydd up – explaining to Dafydd that this man had accommodation arranged in Bethesda. That was the only reason why that man ever got out of Denbigh – although he was held there completely illegally. This man was one of many who had worked at the children’s homes in north Wales and had witnessed for himself the abuse of the kids – which might well have been why just months later, after having told people what was going on, he received a visit from the North Wales Police.

‘We didn’t know.’

Those kids were screaming for help before they were found dead. They could not have screamed louder if they had tried.

Regarding Dafydd Wigley not remembering the outcome of the inquiry into Ty’r Felin children’s home – Ty’r Felin was discussed in the Waterhouse Report in considerable detail. Even Sir Ronald Waterhouse admitted that children from Ty’r Felin were mercilessly abused, both physically and sexually by Nefyn and June Dodd who ran the place and were forced to work for no pay in local businesses. Ronald Waterhouse also noted that a letter had been sent from Risley Remand Centre to Lucille Hughes in support of Nefyn and June Dodd, purporting to be from a former resident of Ty’r Felin, who was giving evidence at the Inquiry. Waterhouse accepted that the letter was a forgery and declared that he would therefore ignore it and say no more about it. The only surprise is that he didn’t pass it onto Wyn Roberts to deal with.

How Dafydd Wigley forgot about the shitstorm that was the Waterhouse Report I do not know. Particularly as Lucille Hughes resigned hours after it was published and appeared on Welsh news snapping at the reporter ‘I am not resigning, I am retiring’.

As for not knowing the word ‘paedophile’ – there is an outside chance that Lord Wigley might not have. But he would have known what the phrases ‘interfering with children’ or ‘child molesting’ meant – which were the phrases usually used pre-1990 to describe what George Thomas was doing.

For the benefit of Lord Wigley, the Welsh word for paedophile is ‘paedoffilydd’ – the plural is ‘paedoffilyddion’. So now you never need to plead ignorance again Lord W!

Dafydd Wigley has had a long and close association with Bangor University and in 2003 was appointed Pro-Chancellor of the University of Wales, of which Bangor was a then a constituent college and had been for decades. Bangor University’s Depts of Social Work and Psychology employed people who were colleagues of the paedophile gang and some of the graduates of those depts worked with the paedophile gang. Dafydd Alun Jones wielded so much influence in the Psychology Dept that his daughter Dwynwen was given a place to do a PhD although her degree wasn’t good enough to have been awarded that place. Dafydd then tried to steal a load of money from the Psychology Dept, but Fergus Lowe put a stop to it, overthrew him and spent the rest of his days blackmailing drug companies with Top Doctors on their Boards, research funding bodies, other universities and hospitals as well as politicians who knew about Dafydd and co but had colluded with him or remained silent.

Dafydd Wigley grew up in north Wales and went to Caernarfon Grammar School – he probably knew the grandfathers of the current crop of paedophiles’ friends…

I still cannot understand how so many people could have been so stupid, so weak and so unscrupulous.

 

George Thomas died in September 1997. During his final illness he had been treated by Dr Adrian Timothy at Tommy’s. There was a memorial service held at Westminster Abbey for Thomas. Among those present were Jim Callaghan, Tony Blair, William Hague and Prince Charles.

The bodies in the grounds of the North Wales Hospital are unmarked.

 

News Round Up, 19 January 2018

There has been an avalanche of interesting news items recently, but I’m having to skimp on my news round ups because I have so much information coming in regarding those who have been involved in the abuse of mental health patients and children in care that I have been very busy following up multiple lines of research.

However, there have been a few news stories over the past couple of days that are just too good to allow to pass by without comment.

Yesterday the news was wall to wall NHS sob stories. Suddenly there is a ‘winter crisis’ so bad that no NHS hospital anywhere in England or Wales can cope any longer. Nurses are ‘going home in tears’ – no, that wasn’t a reference to nurses who have blown the whistle on the abuse of patients and who have been sacked, it was a reference to the many others who can suddenly no longer do their jobs and who are of course using food banks because people on salaries of over 30k pa can’t afford a loaf of white sliced. One wonders how the healthcare assistants manage on their salaries of 11-15k or indeed the porters, catering staff or cleaners who might really be using food banks. But they aren’t represented by the RCN so no-one gives a stuff about them.

There was a truly splendid clip on BBC News in which a Top Doctor on approx 100k pa – get down the food bank now Dr, you’ll be needing the free pasta and tinned tomatoes – explained how they were so short staffed in his A&E dept that the admin staff had arrived to help out. We were then treated to an interview with a PA who had donned surgical gloves and a plastic apron for the benefit of the TV camera crew who explained that she had arrived in the clinical area to help out.

OK – one thing that I know about the NHS is that although rules and indeed the law are flouted routinely the NHS is absolutely bloody obsessed with role titles, role descriptions and how much shit they’ll be in legally if they have been found to have breached HSE guidelines. So where does this leave them if a clinically unqualified PA has been let loose to perform nursing or healthcare assistant duties? I imagine that the insurers won’t be too happy if this is going on.

Furthermore, the said PA, even if she was au fait with nursing care, would be in the same position as the proverbial gap year student who goes off to work for an international development charity – they are a hindrance rather than a help because they don’t know the work routines or the team. The PA would know nothing about the ward routine or even where essential items are kept. A PA does not just walk onto a ward and join the team.

If the PA was busy on a ward being filmed, who was doing her job? If she could be spared at the drop of a hat, does that mean that her work as a PA is unnecessary? In which case why was she ever employed?

So someone has been telling porkies and the BBC have been filming porkies, just like they did on the Attenborough programme when they pretended to film that polar bear giving birth in the wild. They used film footage of a bear in a zoo.

In Wales a group of Consultants in Emergency Medicine have signed a letter to Carwyn demanding more dosh and stating that Wales’s A&Es are dangerous. They have been for years but there was no letter to the FM when the patient waiting in Wrexham Maelor A&E DIED, fell off the chair and was dragged back onto the chair by the Neanderthal security man who didn’t realise that the patient was dead.

Pauline Cutting and Linda Dykes, two A&E Consultants in Ysbyty Gwynedd, knew that their colleague senior nurse Stephen Gallagher was threatening patients, refusing to treat them and making fallacious allegations about them to the police (see post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’). Cutting and Dykes also knew that Gallagher had been previously reprimanded after a doctor complained about him and that it had been noted on his file that his integrity and competence could not be relied upon. Yet Gallagher was still employed in a senior role, on the front line, dealing with sensitive situations. Then there was that unfortunate business in which a patient was found dead in Bangor after going to A&E for help – Gallagher was the last person to see him alive as he turned the patient away without help. I don’t remember a letter being sent to the FM about that.

Neither was there a letter sent to the FM when Martin Jones, the Chief Exec of the North West Wales NHS Trust, destroyed CCTV footage which showed Gallagher threatening patients…

Time for a letter perhaps Pauline and Linda, detailing all those dreadful incidents that you witnessed in Ysbyty Gwynedd A&E? Perhaps you could also tell Carwyn how Martin wasn’t carrying out CRB checks on the staff and how there were people with convictions for violence working in clinical roles in YG? Do remember to tell the FM about the staff who lied about their qualifications as well – and the Angel who was working as a prostitute and who was blackmailing her clients! Ooh and the crazy medical student who had sex with all sorts of people on hospital premises and who was then employed as a psychiatrist at the Hergest Unit after he qualified.

You want examples of patients placed in danger? I’ve got loads of them – you knew about them as well but none of you breathed a word.

To add to the fun, Cheshire Tory MP Antoinette Sandbach spoke out about the shite care provided by the Betsi Cadwaladr University Health Board and claimed that Welsh patients are cluttering up the Countess of Chester Hospital because they don’t want to risk their necks in north Wales hospitals.

The Countess of Chester was not so long ago the subject of a police investigation after a number of babies died there.

Antoinette used to be a Tory AM for north Wales. She made no representations at all on behalf of the people who had to use the dangerous dysfunctional hospitals of north Wales which are now in special measures. Antoinette did speak out after her own child died – but she spoke out about being investigated by the police. She stood up in the Senedd and she cried and howled and wept buckets and received a round of applause – and repeated the performance when she was elected to Westminster, again to a round of applause. She continued to not say a word about the women who had lost their babies because of the negligence of the NHS in north Wales or indeed about any of the other patients who had died or been harmed.

North Wales has some of the worst health outcomes in Europe – Antoinette remained silent.

Antoinette is a former criminal barrister from London who decided upon a career as a Tory AM some years ago when questions began to be asked once more about the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal and the cover-up which was the Waterhouse Inquiry. She arrived in north Wales as a ‘low paid farm worker’ – Antoinette actually returned to live on the family estate, her family being descendants of the Penrhyns who made their fortune out of slavery in the West Indies. Within weeks Antoinette had a job with David Jones MP, the solicitor who spent years of his life watching me and other people being framed by the mental health services in the courts of north Wales (see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’).

Very quickly Antoinette was on the candidates list, then bang, elected as an AM, advertising herself as a farmer’s daughter from north Wales. Antoinette’s dad was not Joe Grundy or even Phil Archer, he was Ian Lawrie Mackeson-Sandbach.

Ian was the most senior Freemason in north Wales – Provincial Grand-Master of North Wales, 1990-2004. Ian held that position throughout the many years of failed investigations and inquiries into the north Wales paedophile ring, investigations which were alleged to have been hampered by corruption involving Freemasonry. Ian was also in post when the five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by a firebomb, days after John Major won the 1992 General Election (see post ‘The Silence Of The Welsh Lambs’).

David Jones MP was an enthusiastic Freemason as was Nigel Mannering Berry (see post ‘The Right Honourable David Jones MP’), the nurse from the North Wales Hospital Denbigh who was responsible for Gwynfa Unit, the adolescent mental health unit in Colwyn Bay where children were raped and assaulted (see post ‘Don’t Be Silly, He’s Nice’). Hefin Davies, the Chairman of the North West Wales NHS Trust whilst patients were abused, died and were framed for serious offences, was also active in the Freemasons in north Wales.

Your dad kept some lovely company Antoinette.

Antoinette’s grandmother Geraldine – Ian’s mother – was President of the Denbigh branch of the Royal College of Midwives, 1955-75 (News Round Up, Aug 24 2017′). During those years unmarried pregnant women were banged up in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh, as were women who had been sexually assaulted – and women were being sexually abused by staff in the hospital, including by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones.

Christ Almighty, Antoinette’s family have blood on their hands.

The senior manager of the north Wales mental health services whilst Antoinette’s dad’s fellow Masons raped teenagers and imprisoned women in Denbigh was Dr Peter Higson, who is Chair of the Betsi. The Betsi which Antoinette maintains is so utterly shite that it is causing an exodus to England.

The Daily Post Online reported that Geoff Ryall-Harvey, the Chief Exec of the North Wales Community Health Council, ‘slammed’ Antoinette for her comments. Had Geoff slammed some of the abusive staff and managers of the Betsi over the past few years rather than ignoring patients complaints, the Betsi might not be in its present sorry state. But then the CHC has numbered among its members Glanville Owen, the former manager of the children’s homes run by Gwynedd Social Services whilst the kids within were abused (see post ‘I Know Nuzzing…’), Sadie Francis (Dr X’ s wife), a retired psychiatrist from the North Wales Hospital and the Hergest who along with her husband Tony perjured herself in repeated attempts to imprison me (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter ‘) and Dr Christine Evans, a retired surgeon from Ysbyty Glan Clwyd whose only reason for joining the CHC was to try to protect the position of her former colleagues at Ysbyty Glan Clwyd in the wake of a Royal College of Surgeons report denouncing them as a bunch of bastards who were running  the surgical service to suit their own needs rather than the needs of their patients.

Another member of the CHC is former Lib Dem AM Eleanor Burnham. Eleanor is a former social services manager and sat on Mental Health Tribunals at the North Wales Hospital.

For more details concerning the ‘watchdog’ that is the ‘patients voice’ which is log jammed with the paedophiles’ friends, see post ‘Joint Betsi Board/North Wales CHC Meeting, March 24 2017’.

The bestest friend of the paedophiles, North Wales Police and Crime Commissioner Arfon Jones, has been supplying nearly as much entertainment in the Daily Post Online as Antoinette. Arfon has told vigilante ‘paedophile hunters’ that they would be better off joining the police. Experimental evidence suggests that the North Wales Police were not very good at all at catching paedophiles, although they were quite good at framing people for child abuse who were not paedophiles. One former officer of the North Wales Police, Superintendent Gordon Anglesea, was eventually imprisoned for abusing children in care in Wrexham, but it took over 30 years to catch Anglesea and the Police Federation backed him up all the way and were supporting his planned appeal against conviction before he died.

The police officer who chauffeured Anglesea to the venues where he abused boys was one Arfon Jones. Anglesea’s widow Sandra enjoys the benefits of Anglesea’s police pension although her husband died a convicted sex offender, thanks to an ‘oversight’ on the part of Arfon.

Arfon is concerned that paedophile hunters could lead to offenders going free due to legal and procedural failings. Perhaps in the same way that nearly all those who were responsible for the abuse of children in north Wales over decades went free despite the hundreds of statements that were submitted to the CPS.

I’m glad to say that Afon has made ‘protecting vulnerable children and delivering safer neighbourhoods’ priorities in his police and crime plan – what could ever go wrong with Arfon at the helm? Arfon stated that ‘communities have a vital part to play with local intelligence information given to our officers’. Hundreds of statements were given to officers Arfon, hundreds. Then there were the psychiatric patients who reported assaults on them by mental health staff to police officers – who refused to take statements. Neither must we forget the concerned neighbours who rang the police begging them to help various children in care or psychiatric patients who had been left destitute and were being attacked by drunks and thugs – police officers did bugger all. Some of them did try but they were constantly obstructed by more senior officers or the NHS and social services themselves. And gradually most of the former kids in care and psych patients who had complained died – most of those deaths were not even investigated.

An inspection of HMP Liverpool has denounced the conditions as the worse that have ever been seen in a UK prison and it has been reported that the prison medical service is so bad that prisoners have undoubtedly died uneccesarily. This didn’t happen overnight – can some questions now be asked about the previous inspectors who failed to notice this? HMP Nottingham has also been heavily criticised and the brand spanking new HMP Berwyn which David Hanson, Hywel Williams, Elfyn Llwyd and Leanne Wood begged for and which was going to transform the economic prospects of Wrexham – how exactly none of these bozos were able to explain – has been denounced as dangerous by the staff.

If readers can bear anymore humbug and hypocrisy, I can highly recommend  Professor Catherine Robinson’s Twitter feed, it surpasses Arfon Jones’s crime plan. Highlights from the past few days include a retweet about mental disorders being included in the earliest known medical texts – are we still relying upon Galen??? Ooh I think that I’ve got an excess of black bile, I’ll go for a bit of blood letting and see if my condition improves. Catherine also retweeted yet another lame article from the Guardian about the ‘unbelievably dedicated NHS staff’ – presumably these include the NHS staff employed at the School of Healthcare Sciences at Bangor University who Catherine hated so much that she threatened to resign if she was transferred to their School; an article about nurses being unable to afford to feed themselves; an advert for an art group for people with borderline personality disorder – Catherine used to work in the North Wales Hospital where that label was attached to anyone who dared complain about being propositioned by Dr Dafydd Alun Jones (see post ‘ The Mentor’); and a tweet about how when sex assault victims speak out their institutions often betray them – at the North Wales Hospital sex assault victims were kept in a cellar.

Catherine also retweeted an advert for a job with the McPin Foundation. The McPin Foundation promotes mental health research foregrounding ‘service user involvement’. I applied for a job as a researcher with the McPin Foundation about three years ago. They were ever so nice at the interview and I later received a letter from them explaining that the vacancy was for a service user researcher, that I was far too capable for such a post and that the service user researcher posts were really very junior and service users were not given any responsibility or strategic input into the project. I understand that another applicant who was also a ‘service user’ with a PhD and post doc experience received a similar letter. Catherine will get on with the McPin Foundation really well – her project involving ‘service users’ didn’t even cite their names on the outputs, they were simply referred to as ‘and others’. She probably still wishes that they could be kept in the cellar.

I was delighted to discover from Catherine’s retweets that Kate C. Thomas of the Betsi is looking for people to give presentations about gendered and race identities at a conference in London. Perhaps I should submit one concerning the experience of the gay student nurse who was subjected to homophobic bullying on placement at the Hergest Unit or Dr Alberto, the Italian psychiatrist employed by the Betsi who was frozen out by his colleagues because he is Italian…

 

Question Time last night saw the vile Andy ‘I’m from the north me’ Burnham tell the audience in the wake of the collapse of Carillion how he has always disagreed with PFI hospitals. So that must have been why so many of them were signed off whilst Burnham was Health Secretary. Perhaps he was too busy ignoring those 80 requests for an inquiry into the astronomical death rates at Mid-Staffs to notice all the PFI contracts – er, but weren’t those PFIs used by Andy to boast about how much New Labour was ‘investing’ in the NHS? Anyone currently screaming about the lack of resources available for patient care in the NHS care to explain why they said nothing at all about those PFI hospitals but instead were photographed with rictus grins as each one was opened? They were all told what appalling deals PFIs were. But then they were all told that patients were dying of neglect and good staff were being hounded out of their jobs…

Perhaps the most extraordinary bit of news recently which has received very little publicity was the Attorney General Jeremy Wright blocking Stuart Lubbock’s father Terry’s application to the High Court to request a fresh inquest into Stuart’s death.

Stuart Lubbock was the man who was found dead in Michael Barrymore’s swimming pool – during a party. Stuart had serious anal injuries and alcohol, ecstasy and cocaine in his blood. Barrymore had been at the party but left the scene when the body was discovered.

Stuart was found dead on March 31 2001. Barrymore was interviewed by police but was released. In October 2001 Barrymore accepted a police caution for drugs offences. An inquest on Stuart in 2002 recorded an open verdict and it was observed that there were no benign reasons for Stuart’s injuries. In Feb 2006 Stuart’s family were blocked by a district judge in Southend, Essex, from pursuing a private prosecution against Barrymore. In Dec 2006 Essex police began a new investigation into Stuart’s death. In Jan 2007 the IPCC announced an investigation  into the detectives original handling of the inquiry into Stuart Lubbock’ s death. On June 14 2007 Barrymore was arrested with two other men on suspicion of serious sexual assault and murder. Barrymore was given bail the next day. In Feb 2009 the IPCC upheld 36 complaints and allegations by Stuart’s father. The IPCC also found that two pieces of evidence – a pool thermometer and a door handle – had gone missing after Stuart’s death.

In July 2015 Barrymore began suing the police for wrongful arrest – he issued a writ in the High Court. In August 2017 a judge stated that Barrymore will receive more than nominal damages.

No judge or Attorney General is going to be told what to do by a light entertainment favourite who yells ‘awight?’ at the audience. So what does Barrymore know about who?

The action all took place in Essex. A favourite spot for the residences of the crime barons and gangsters operating in London. Who are alleged to have many police officers, lawyers and judges on their payroll.

A Galaxy of Talent

Readers who follow the comments section of my blog might have noticed that a few days ago my correspondent Lydia drew my attention to a Top Doctor called Linford Rees who had practiced at the Whitchurch Hospital in Cardiff whom Lydia suspected had connections to Dr T. Gwynne Williams the lobotomist, Dr Dafydd Alun Jones and other paedophiles’ friends in north Wales. Lydia had discovered an obituary which was enough to suggest that Linford was a creep of the highest order and advised me to do a bit of research on Linford. I have not been disappointed, it led to a treasure trove.

Professor William Linford Llewellyn Rees was born in 1914 near Llanelli, so was of a similar vintage to Gwynne the lobotomist. The obituaries written about Linford are some of the most toadying that I have ever read and I have read many a fawning obituary of a Top Doctor, crawling is de rigueur if one is a Top Doctor compiling the obituary of another Top Doctor. Linford is universally acknowledged as a giant, the most eminent psychiatrist that Wales has ever seen. Much is made of Linford’s Welshness, but like many Professional Welsh, Linford was based for most of his life in London. Which if you want to rule the roost in Wales is what you do – a lot can be achieved if one is a member of the Professional Welsh based in London.

Linford went to Llanelli Grammar School, University College Cardiff and graduated from the Welsh National School of Medicine (Cardiff University’s medical school) in 1938.

After graduation Linford took up a job as Assistant Medical Officer at the Worcester City and County Hospital, Powick, where he received a first class training in doing whatever he felt like without ever being held to account, even in the event of the patients dying. The newly qualified Linford ran the place. He even made up the medicines if the pharmacist was absent and conducted the postmortems – as well as ‘participating in the patients dances’. Linford’s presence at the Lunatics Balls may not have been entirely benign as we will see shortly. The ever diligent Linford found time to examine all of the 800 chronic patients and uncovered a number of cases of syphilitic general paresis. Which indicates just how horrendously neglected those patients had been – although we can’t be entirely sure of anything because Linford was examining the patients, doing the diagnosing, the prescribing, making up the ‘medicines’ and then carried out the postmortem if things went pear-shaped. In between joining in the Lunatics Ball.

Then it was postgraduate training for Linford -the Diploma of Psychological Medicine at the Maudsley of course, where he developed a specialism in psychosomatic medicine. Such an interest could be used to develop genuine sympathy for patients and explore their problems in an interesting and sensitive way, but what seems to have been happening to people at Linford’s hands just sounds horrible. Linford worked closely with H.J. Eysenck, a man so discredited that a lot of people don’t like to admit to having worked with him. Eysenck was considered offensive by many and his ideas considered quite dangerous. His presence was sometimes met with protests from students and there were allegations that his thinking was dangerously near some of the Nazi ideology. Eysenck’s personal history was very effectively used by him to make counter-allegations against his detractors – Eysenck was of course Jewish. But then Greville Janner alleged for years that the people accusing him of child abuse were anti-semitic. Of course fascist websites did seize upon the accusations against Janner and publish them alongside mad anti-semitic rants involving notions of a worldwide Jewish conspiracy, thus doing Janner a very great service.

Rees and Eysenck pursued a particularly peculiar line of research during the war years at the Mill Hill Emergency Hospital (the war time site of the Maudsley) in which they carried out a series of ‘anthropometric measurements’ on all admissions to the hospital which resulted in them compiling the Rees-Eysenck Index for body build in males.

Another charming character with whom Linford worked at Mill Hill was the famously dreadful Sir Aubrey Lewis, the eugenicist and admirer of some of the scientists who worked on some of the Nazi research projects, whose excesses are detailed in my post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection?’.

Linford’s interest in psychosomatic medicine resulted in him being let loose on patients with asthma, hay fever, bowel disease, urticaria, migraine and sexual dysfunction to conduct ‘pioneering clinical experiments’. I am left with visions of the 1940s version of what many patients with severe clinical depression and whatever ME actually is experienced from the Top Doctors in the 1980s as they became increasingly ill and could not in the end get out of bed or even talk – the Top Doctors bellowed that there was nothing at all wrong with them and they needed to pull their socks up. There was a case in the south of England where a seriously ill teenager died at the hands of the Top Doctors as they reassured everyone that her problems were the result of an over-indulgent mother. The teenager was taken into care, away from that toxic mum who was in despair – the teenager died. Because she was very, very ill. There was a bit of a ding dong over that death, but it was all OK in the end because an investigation concluded that the Top Doctors had acted in her best interests at every stage of her prolonged death.

Linford worked at something called the Prisoner of War Neurosis Unit – I bet he really enjoyed himself there – and then returned to Wales.

In 1946 Linford was appointed to the Whitchurch Hospital, Cardiff as the regional psychiatrist for Wales and Monmouthshire. The sky was the limit then. I never heard any tales of the Whitchurch having an underground chamber a la North Wales Hospital Denbigh in 1986 in which patients who Defied Dafydd were held, but the Whitchurch was pretty bad. The service users wept tears of joy when it was finally closed a few years ago and at one point Whitchurch had the distinction of administering the highest rate of ECT in Europe.

Despite his Welshness, Linford didn’t hang around in Wales for long, he soon returned to the Command and Control Centre at the Royal Bethlem Hospital and the Maudsley, where he was consultant physician, 1954-66. Linford also had a senior role at the Institute of Psychiatry, 1956-78.

In 1966 Linford became Professor of Psychological Medicine – the first Professor of Psychological Medicine in the UK! – at Barts in London. He had already been a lecturer at Bart’s Medical College, 1958-66. Barts was where Lady Juliet Bingley – who led MIND’s concealing of the crimes of Dafydd et al in north Wales – had her links with the Top Doctors via her father who had been a Top Doctor at Barts and her own previous employment there (see post ‘MIND Are Out For Mental Health – Never For Themselves Of Course’).

Linford was one of the founders of the Royal College of Psychiatrists in 1971 – Linford and co were desperate to have a Royal College and one with a suitably posh building, it made them feel a bit better about themselves what with their specialism generally considered to be a joke that no good graduate would consider entering. Linford was the second President of the Royal College, 1975-78. So Linford was President when his esteemed colleagues Dafydd and Gwynne in north Wales hatched their plan with Risley Remand Centre, a number of local GPs and corrupt local solicitors to unlawfully arrest Mary Wynch, imprison her and fleece her of her property because she just bloody well wouldn’t shut up about the endemic corruption in the legal profession in north Wales (see post ‘The Mary Wynch Case – Details’). I suspect that Mary also knew rather more about UCNW (Bangor University) than was safe, she worked as a secretary in the dysfunctional School of Agriculture alongside the awful Prof J.B. Owen, a sheep farmer who doubled up as a nuclear physicist after Chernobyl (see post ‘Not Seen Since The 80s – Carwyn’). Lest anyone might have shown any reservations about Dafydd and Gwynne’s Cunning Plan re Mary, they could have always have relied upon the BMA to reassure them that they were doing the Right Thing and support them in their law-breaking – as Dr Tony Francis (Dr X) did in the 1980s and 90s when he faithfully cc’d the BMA into his correspondence concerning me, as he and his colleagues perjured themselves repeatedly in their attempts to have me banged up – because Linford was President of the BMA, 1978-79.

Linford retired in 1980 – by which I mean that he started receiving his generous Top Doctor’s pension and benefits – although he remained as Professor Emeritus at Barts until 1988 and as consulting physician at Barts, 1981-04.

In 1980 Linford entered the profitable world of private clinics. He was Medical Director of the Charter Clinic, 1980-84 and Director of and Advisor to Huntercombe Manor Hospital, 1989-04 and its President, 1992-04. Huntercombe Manor Hospital describes itself as being a hospital for young people with severe mental health problems and eating disorders. It also caters for young people who are sectioned under the Mental Health Act as well as those who have found themselves in trouble with the law. Huntercombe Manor is now one of those private companies which are picking up commissions from the NHS, but when Linford was leading it, it described itself as a private hospital. Whilst Linford was in charge, Huntercombe Manor came under fire for the inadequate care of at least one young patient. I suspect that was just the tip of the iceberg, because not only did Huntercombe Manor have Linford to provide a big umbrella but Huntercombe Manor worked in tandem with dear old St George’s Hospital Medical School. St George’s led the field in terms of Top Doctors concealing – or in the case of Professor Oliver Brooke perpetuating – child sexual abuse and the associated criminality. In 2000 a volume on eating disorders was published which was edited by Bryan Lask of St George’s and Huntercombe Manor Hospital and Rachel Bryant-Waugh, of Great Ormond Street Hospital. GOSH gets mountains of good publicity but they do have an unfortunate tendency to become involved in high profile cases of child abuse eg. Baby P. It’s soon forgotten though as another TV documentary hits our screens featuring jolly Angels wearing silly hats and playing with the children, sitting down with a cup of char to listen to the kiddies parents sound off about their stress levels and shed a few tears. The eating disorders unit at St George’s was yet another flagship dept at that institution – it was led by Professor Arthur Crisp, who was lauded for having such an impressive recovery rate among his patients. I heard from one of Arthur’s own nurses  what Arthur’s Secret was – if the patients didn’t eat, Arthur discharged them and refused them further treatment. So Arthur just kicked out the most seriously unwell patients. Some of whom will have subsequently died, because severe anorexia has one of the highest mortality rates where mental health problems are concerned.

When I was illegally imprisoned in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh in the winter of 1986/87, there was only two other young women on the ward. One was the distressed young woman who had been abducted, kept in an attic for three days and sexually assaulted who disappeared without explanation after Angel Iola Edwards heard the young woman telling me what had happened to her (see post ‘The Distressed Young Woman Who Vanished’) and the other one was a teenaged girl from Rhyl with anorexia. This teenager was a patient of Dr Neil Davies rather than Dafydd – Neil Davies was not the nutter that Dafydd was, but Neil Davies knew what Dafydd was doing and concealed the wrongdoing with the best of them. In my own case Neil Davies remembered that I had been a witness to Dafydd’s Doings thirty years later – and was happy to make a note of this on my medical records and continue the smear campaign whilst giving me every impression that he was getting along with me very well and chatting about my publications. When the patient of Neil Davies’s heard that I was doing an MSc in a London medical school, she told me that Dr Neil Davies had arranged for her to spend a few weeks at an eating disorder unit in London, near Wimbledon. She didn’t know the name of the hospital where she had been, but she knew that it was near Wimbledon. This does not mean that she was an idiot, it was absolutely standard practice for the paedophiles’ friends to send people to other places and not tell them where they were. This is very obvious from the Waterhouse Report, as Sir Ronald Waterhouse delighted in dismissing accounts of serious abuse from witnesses on the grounds that the witness had maintained that they had been assaulted in Bryn Estyn but ooh if you look at the records it is clear that the witness had been in Bryn Alyn. If you are a kid from Lambeth/Southwark/Birmingham/Newcastle and you do not speak Welsh and you are taken overnight (transfers always happened under cover of darkness) to somewhere in Wales, all you’re going to remember was that you were in Bryn somewhere when you were beaten, buggered and gang raped. You’re not going to concern yourself with the niceties of whether it was Bryn Estyn or Bryn Alyn, particularly as nobody will have told you where you were and who assaulted you. Futhermore as the same staff circulated between the different homes and indeed the same paedophiles visited the different homes, another layer of confusion was added. And because documents were forged on a regular basis no-one actually knew what had gone on unless they had been at the scene. I have concluded that the young woman in Denbigh had spent a few weeks at St George’s or at a unit attached to St George’s. There had of course been an attempt to frame this young woman for a crime. She told me that Dr Tony Francis had ‘assessed her’ and tried to force her into confessing to the burglary of a pharmacy which she knew nothing about. The reason why this young woman was still sitting in a medium secure unit in Denbigh was although she had ‘got better’ and was ready to be discharged, she had been remanded on bail by the Courts in Bryn Golau ward after she was arrested and charged with assaulting an occupational therapist called Betty just before she was due to be discharged. The assault was a consequence of the young woman throwing a table tennis bat across the room in frustration where it bounced off a wall and onto Betty. Problem solved, once there was a conviction for assault on a Female Angel, no-one was going to question why Tony Francis tried to force someone into confessing to a crime about which they swore blind they knew nothing and indeed were never charged with.

One other point about Huntercombe Manor Hospital. It is literally just down the road from Cliveden, which in the 1960s was the notorious location of parties to which teenagers from deprived backgrounds who had fallen into the clutches of the hands of Top Doctors and the like were invited in order to have sex with politicians, Russian spies and it is alleged members of the Royal Family. The lady of Cliveden in the 60s when the Profumo Affair erupted was Lady Bronwen Astor. Who began life as Bronwen Pugh, who went to school in Dolgellau, whose father was Welsh judge Sir Alun Pugh and who became a psychotherapist in the ashes of the scandal (see post ‘In Memoriam – Bronwen, Lady Astor’). Dolgellau was the location of a number of children’s homes and residential schools which starred in the Waterhouse Report, as well as a ‘hospital for mentally abnormal criminals’, Garth Angharad, which wasn’t a hospital at all but a building used as a prison by the paedophiles. It was owned by struck off solicitor Paul Hett who also owned a number of schools in which children were abused. People who complained about the paedophiles tended to find themselves in Garth Angharad (see post ‘More On Those Prisons For Folk Who Dared Complain’). The case conference held about me in Nov 1989 (of which I knew nothing until last year) which was co-ordinated by Tony Francis where evidence was given by people whom I had never met and at which Dr Chris Hunter – who worked at the Whitchurch Hospital as well as at the Caswell Clinic and Ashworth – whom I did not knew existed until last year, concluded that I was ‘extremely dangerous’ and should be the subject of a Court Report prepared by the appropriately named Hunter, was timed to coincide with a visit that Hunter was making to Garth Angharad (see post ‘The Night Of The (Dr Chris) Hunter’).

Linford will have known Dr Chris Hunter. And of course Tony Francis, Gwynne the lobotomist, Dafydd, Dr Neil Davies, he’ll have known the whole lot of them. Particularly as Dafydd ‘trained’ at the Maudsley whilst Linford led the way there and Tony Francis did a stint at the Institute of Psychiatry alongside dear old Linford.

Linford was a founder member of the Society for Psychomatic Research and its President, 1957-58. The Society evolved into the International College of Psychosomatic Medicine. Linford was Chair of the Research and Clinical Section at the Royal Medico-Psychological Association, 1957-63. He sat on the GMC, was a Governor of University College Cardiff and was an Advisor to and the Treasurer of the World Psychiatric Association.

A reading of the 2004 obituaries of Linford tells us even more about him than the nature of his colleagues does.

The Daily Telegraph explained that Linford ‘helped elevate the speciality of psychiatry from the rather second rate position to which it had been relegated’ – he elevated it so much that it attracted a bunch of criminals who were facilitating a paedophile gang. Linford’s ‘rigorous’ clinical trials originally with chlorpromazine and halperidol and subsequently with anti-depressant medication ‘contributed to the rescue of chronic patients from ‘backwards’ institutions into community psychiatry’. After which they were left half-destitute or to die on the streets, unless they made such a nuisance of themselves that they were placed in secure units. Or of course in prison. Whilst Linford’s ‘community psychiatry’ presided, Dafydd was operating that underground chamber in Denbigh. Where the patients will have been dosed up with chlorpromazine and haloperidol.

Linford was a ‘fine teacher’ and at Bethlem, Barts and Hackney Linford taught students in small groups in the great outdoors in the grounds of the hospital. He would ‘spice up the usual aids for his lectures on psychopharmacology with political incorrect ‘accidental’ insertions of a photograph of a bathing beauty’. Note – not a sunbathing beauty, who will have been wearing a swimming costume – or at the very least a thong – but a bathing beauty. So Linford was showing students photos of women in the bath. Who might these bathing beauties have been? Linford’s wife and daughters perhaps? Some of his students who happily let him into the bathroom with them? I don’t expect so. I think it most probable that the bathing beauties were Linford’s patients. The young attractive ones like the ones whom Dafydd targeted for sexploitation. There will have been no locks on the doors of the bathrooms in the institutions in which Linford did whatever he wanted and there might well not even have been any doors on the bathrooms in those days. The bathrooms will have been communal, the beauties will have been forced into them, ordered to strip off and get in there. WHOOPS here comes Professor Linford Rees with his camera, on the ward round…If Dafydd could conduct ward rounds at 3am and arrive at midnight to ‘visit’ me when I was in bed, I’m sure that Linford could have dropped into those bathrooms just as the beauties were having their clothes ripped off….

It was noted in another obituary that after he retired, Linford took up photography as a past-time. I am reminded of the Monty Python sketch Nudge Nudge, in which Eric Idle pesters Terry Jones as to whether he is interested in ‘photographs ay he asked him knowingly’. Jones asks ‘holiday snaps?’ only to be greeted with ‘could be, could be taken on holiday’. The putative wife of Jones in this sketch comes from Purley. So imagine how entertained I was to find that Linford actually lived in Purley. Although it is a location favoured by corrupt Top Doctors. Rashmi Varma, one of the Top Doctors at St George’s who ended up being investigated by the GMC for coercing NHS patients into donating eggs for private patients, lived at Purley. Linford is remembered for being a genial host at Purley. Yeh, I bet that he had all sorts to dinner over there, everybody worth toadying to or able to do him a favour or worth pumping for info. They probably all enjoyed the porn starring the patients as well.

The Torygraph scribbler remembers that Linford ‘could always put patients at their ease…ask them unthreateningly in his Welsh lilt ‘how do you feel in your spirits today?’ Not that he’ll have been in the least bit interested in the patients ‘spirits’, they’ll all have been dosed up to the eye-balls with the same anti-psychotic, the same dose prescribed for absolutely everyone, prescribed by the one virtually unemployable junior doctor who had ended up slumming it in psychiatry, who will have been told what to precribe by the senior nurse ‘because that’s what we do here’. Linford won’t have needed to have done the threatening either, that will have been done by the Angels in the days leading up to Linford’s visit to the ward. No-one else will have asked the patients how they were, they’ll have been given a grand total of 5 or 10 mins with Linford once a week – if that – and if any of them stated as was often stated in Denbigh re Dafydd ‘I don’t want to see him’, they will have been met with Angels yelling ‘you won’t get out of here until you do’. If the dissidents pointed out that they were surrounded by docile patients who had never shown a spark of rebellion but who had been in the hospital for decades nonetheless, when Linford arrived the refuseniks would have simply been physically dragged into his presence by the Angels.

Whilst I was imprisoned in Denbigh, one of the nurses told me that just the year previously an old lady called Mary had died. She was the ‘last one’ who had been banged up in Denbigh for getting pregnant before she was married. She died in Denbigh in 1985. Everybody knew that she was there only because 60 years ago she had become pregnant. The reminiscing Angel also told me that a few years previously she had obtained special permission to take Mary on a day trip outside of the hospital. For the first time in her life Mary saw a zebra crossing and was wowed by the Belisha beacons. Linford Rees had retired by the time that Mary died in Denbigh.

Thank goodness we had Linford who transformed psychiatry.

Not only did Linford have a Welsh lilt, but he spoke Welsh as well. Probably not in Purley because no-one would have understood him, but Linford did let it be known that he was a Welsh speaker, just like Dafydd, Gwynne and Tony Francis did. The language of heaven! Obviously where Mary had been for most of the twentieth century. How did Linford die? No, he wasn’t killed by a bathing beauty in an act of self-defence, he died in his sleep at home, during a nap after having a cup of tea and a Welsh cake. With the porn library in his study next door perhaps. I’m quite partial to Welsh cakes, but I did not ever see one served up in Denbigh and I bet that Linford’s patients didn’t get a Welsh cake either. They’ll have had slices of Mother’s Pride with factory produced jam on it.

Linford’s talents were such that ‘there is no doubt that his personality had a therapeutic effect in its own right’. The thing about gross Top Doctors is that no matter how gross they are, the Angels constantly tell the patients that no matter how outrageous or unacceptable the Top Doctor has been, it will have been for their benefit. One day in about 1993 I was sitting in the Hergest Unit with the other patients and Dafydd arrived in his Range Rover, parked it against hospital rules right outside the window blocking our view and when he got out everyone started exchanging Dafydd anecdotes. One patient quipped ‘he’s got an extension sheath that reaches to Cardiff’ and after much hilarity and ribaldry, a deeply shocked woman just remarked ‘well he says the most terrible things to you, but I think that he’s trying to shock you into getting better’. Which caused someone to ask whether Dafydd was a Zen master. When I told Brown about all this Brown remarked that it was interesting that whatever Dafydd did, the only interpretation permitted by the hospital was that somehow it had therapuetic benefit.

The now discredited anti-psychiatrist David Cooper had sex with his patients and called it bed therapy. I think there was quite a bit of that going on and not only on the part of the anti-psychiatrists either. After all who can resist a few bathing beauties if any complaints will simply result in the bathing beauty being sent to Garth Angharad and another bathing beauty will be coming along within days to fill her place?

Now just in case anyone might have been a bit concerned that the bathing beauties may have not welcomed the interest of Linford and his camera, the Torygraph let us know how irresistible old Linford was. He ‘had an attractive sun tan. Indeed he cut an elegant figure overall, with a handsome Celtic head’.

I lived in Wales for many years but I did not know that such a thing as a ‘Celtic head’ existed. Perhaps it was something that Linford and Eysenck managed to identify and categorise whilst they were busy measuring all those people back in the 1940s. Another obituary makes a reference to Linford being a snappy dresser and to his fashionable ties. After reading about this Adonis I was delighted to find a photo of Linford in the BMJ. All I could see was a middle-aged man who had lost much of his hair wearing a boring suit and a very 1970s tie, of the sort that the old farts on the BBC used to wear if the were trying to be with-it. No wonder Robert Bluglass told Dafydd that I’d probably end up in a ward for the criminally insane, I am obviously not as other women.

The Toryraph mentions that Linford ‘took a close interest in the lives of his junior doctors’. I noticed at Hammersmith/RPMS and St George’s that part of the game is to extract info from people that can be used against them in the future if necessary and of course with the Linfords of the world it also involved identifying which female members of staff one will be able to have sex with.

Another obituary of Linford written by Hamid Ghodse – to whom I will return later in this post – commented that ‘patients would pour out their symptoms to his sympathetic ear’, that he was ‘an excellent listener and a thoughtful advisor’ and had a ‘great sense of humour and of fun’.

Professor Griffith Edwards wrote in the Guardian that Linford ‘pioneered NHS psychiatric services in Wales as Regional Psychiatrist’ – so we’ve got Linford to thank for that state of the art cellar in which patients were incarcerated in Denbigh then. Edwards identified where Linford’s genius was able to blossom. It was of course at the Maudsley in ‘the heady days when Aubrey Lewis was in the lead and a galaxy of talent provided the peer group’.

‘A galaxy of talent’ ‘under the lead’ of the crazed and deeply unpleasant Aubrey Lewis with his links to the Nazi scientists  (see post ‘The Newcastle-Upon-Tyne Connection’). That galaxy included the dazzling star that is Dafydd.

These people are just quite delusional. It was this sort of culture that enabled Dafydd to appear in the media in the 1990s and claim to be ‘Europe’s leading forensic psychiatrist’, describing Denbigh as a ‘leading hospital’ and himself as the first person to identify a case of PTSD – it was in one of his outpatients clinics in Dolgellau no less. It also enabled a former manager of the paedophile gang, Rob Evans, to feel able to tell the Waterhouse Inquiry that the mental health services in Gwynedd were probably the best in Europe. The paedophiles in north Wales were leading the field on a European level, but down at the Maudsley they weren’t just reaching for the stars, they were the Milky Way itself.

How did the British state ever manage to invest so much responsibility and power in people like this?

Griffith Edwards reminds us that Linford’s first scientific paper was co-authored with Carl Lambert in 1944 and concerned ‘Intravenous Barbiturates In The Treatment Of Hysteria’ – as suffered by women no doubt. Probably the bathing beauties when the perma-tanned Linford joined them in the bathroom whispering sweet nothings in their ear in his Welsh lilt..  ‘Other early work included electronarcosis, insulin therapy, high dosage cortisone’ – all those utterly discredited things that killed a number of people and left most others damaged for life. Light was on the horizon however – ‘the beginnings of a new dawn with the arrival of chlorpromazine’ and tardive dykinesia with it… Linford was of course ‘a world authority on what drugs can do to help the mentally ill’ – in Linford’s day that was even less than they can do at present which very often is not much, other than send the patients into a sound sleep 18 hours a day.

Edwards remembers Linford’s ‘charm, courtesy and humour’ and how he was ‘endlessly kind to younger professionals who asked him for advice’. I really am wondering if perhaps a ‘younger professional’ in the shape of Tony Francis might have asked Linford for a bit of advice himself when a postgrad student began to discover the extent of the wrongdoing of Francis and his colleagues.

Griffith Edwards arrived at the Maudsley in 1959 to work with Linford. Obviously part of the Galaxy of Talent which Griffith himself identified. I will return to the astronomical phenomenon which was Griffith Edwards shortly.

Linford was an advocate of the ‘biopsychosocial model’ of mental illness – which covers all possibilities really – and understood the ‘importance of evidence based care’. He did of course contribute ‘to the destigmatisation of mental illness’ – so that’ll be why the Royal College of Psychs are still banging on about how they’re fighting the stigma. How can there be any stigma left to fight after Linford’s valiant battle? Robert Bluglass was a leading light in the non-stigmatising Royal College, which will be why he spouted crap to Dafydd about me being destined for a ward for the criminally insane.

The icing on the cake in terms of the Obituaries Of Lies however has to be the claim that Linford ‘was ever conscious of the need to safeguard [patients] rights’.

Linford was a leading figure in the World Psychiatric Association ‘when psychiatry in the Soviet Union was used to persecute political dissidents by the spurious diagnoses of mental illness…eventually the Soviet Union had to be forced to resign from the World Psychiatric Association’.

I remember that day back in 1987 when I was sitting in a cell in Bangor Police Station having been arrested for ‘attempting to stab a psychiatrist’, although the police had by then received a statement from a witness who very firmly told them that I had not tried to stab anyone (see post ‘Workers Play Time’), but nonetheless the police wouldn’t let me go although I hadn’t been charged – because they had received a call from Dafydd who told them that he was on his way to see me, which presumably was enough to justify unlawfully detaining someone. At about midnight Dafydd staggered into the cell  – Dafydd always appeared at midnight when he had ‘come to see me’, there must have been something about that particular witching hour – and I told him that he ought to put his talents to use in Russia….

Pussy Riot!

I hope that the Soviets didn’t pay good money for their membership of the WPA, because if they did Mr Putin needs to ask for their subs back.

The BMJ remembered the ‘handsomely Celtic’ Linford who remained ‘unwrinkled in old age’. We are also told that Linford used to take his children on the Christmas ward rounds with him, even to the locked wards. Now if the patients were treated humanely instead of being treated with a completely lack of dignity and respect, a Christmas visit from some children who didn’t have bad attitudes to psych patients could be really nice. But I suspect that Linford’s Christmas visits to the locked wards with his offspring were rather like the occasions on which Dafydd turned up to work with his kids – Dafydd’s kids were rude and unruly and insulted and took the piss out of the patients. Furthermore Dafydd divulged confidential information about patients to his older teenaged children which those kids felt able to pass on. And being Dafydd, it won’t have just been confidential info that was given to the kids to transmit, it’ll have been the usual bare faced lies. Your kids shouldn’t have really been yelling at me that I was a nutter should they Dafydd? Tch tch….and I have been told repeatedly that people were frightened to complain about Dafydd because he ‘knew personal things about them’ which they knew that he would make known in their communities. Probably by telling his kids.

Never mind, I know things about Dafydd! And they are a good deal more damning than any of the minor indiscretions over which he blackmailed and threatened so many people in the language of heaven with his Welsh lilt.

The BMJ reveals that not only did the handsome tanned Linford enjoy photographs of bathing beauties, but he whizzed around in a speed boat and also went water ski-ing.

Linford was awarded a CBE in 1978.

This ‘patriotic Welshman’ and member of the Gorsedd of the Bards lived most of his life in London, although he followed the London Welsh Rugby Club and his links to south Wales were described as being strong via his family and his wife, Catherine Thomas, who was ‘from Swansea Valley’. Linford had two sons and two daughters.

One of Linford’s sons, David, was a urologist who predeceased him. Another son Vaughan was described as a ‘retired fertility expert’ in a press interview a few years ago, but I can’t find any trace of him online. Linford’s daughter Catrin was a nurse who trained at Barts – where her dad ruled the roost –  but Catrin ended up marrying and being close friends with the rich and famous as a result of her sister’s contacts. Catrin’s sister was Angharad Rees, who became very well-known when she starred in  the 1970s TV series Poldark as the serving wench with a comedy west country accent who married above herself.

Like Linford, Angharad really maxed out on her Welsh credentials. Angharad ‘grew up’ in Rhiwbina, Cardiff but in 1953 the family moved to Purley.

Not only did Angharad become famous and a sex symbol, but she married another famous actor who was a sex symbol – Christopher Cazenove. Cazenove was an upper-class old Etonian luvvie whose younger brother Robert was an equerry to HM the Queen! I’m beginning to see why there’d be no chance of the activities of Angharad’s sleaze bag dad hitting the press. Cazenove’s flatmate when he was young was the ridiculous Julian Fellowes who has spent his whole life befriending aristocrats, so he doesn’t care that everybody took the piss out of his TV drama Downton Abbey for being so historically inaccurate. Cazenove really hit the big time in 1986 when he starred in Dynasty and befriended the likes of Joan Collins. Cazenove moved to Hollywood but jetted back and forth between Hollywood and London to see Angharad. Angharad and Cazenove divorced in 1994. Angharad had a relationship with actor Alan Bates – I think he was the one who did the nude wrestling scene with Oliver Reed, who was never in the least bit homoerotic and he’d punch anyone in the face who said that he was.

Angharad and Cazenove had two sons, Linford and Rhys. Linford was killed in a car crash when he was 25 years old in circumstances ‘which are a mystery’. He was going very fast on a motorway and whoops he went across the central reservation, just like that. I rather suspect that there might have been something about that crash that the Rees-Cazenove clan wanted kept quiet – they’d certainly have been able to achieve that if they wished, what with a corrupt Top Doc as the paterfamilias and Angharad and Christopher’s Lilibet-TV-theatre-Hollywood friendships.

Christopher earned a fortune from his work on Dynasty but spent even more of a fortune ‘on classic cars and fast living’ and at one point was made bankrupt. He died of septicaemia in St Thomas’s at the age of 64. I think that might be another death the circumstances of which we haven’t heard the full story. It was mentioned that Christopher had been ill for a long time, that Tommy’s were wonderful – as always – and that Christopher fought a valiant battle but succumbed. When people die of septicaemia there is usually some info provided as to how they developed it, but not a mention with Christopher. Septicaemia can occur after surgery but in those circumstances one usually hears about it because people are very cross with the hospital. Intravenous drug users are also susceptible to septicaemia.

Angharad married for a second time in 2005 – to Sir David McAlpine. Sir David McAlpine’s brother was Lord Alistair McAlpine, who was Deputy Chair of the Tory Party, 1979-83, Treasurer and a very successful fundraiser for the Tory Party in the 1980s when Thatcher was PM and when Sir Peter Morrison was a member of that Gov’t and molesting children in care in north Wales. Morrison was Lord Commissioner of the Treasury whilst McAlpine was Deputy Chair of the Party. Readers may remember that when the allegations about senior politicians being involved with the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal blew up a few years ago, one of the former residents of Bryn Estyn, Steve Messham, appeared on Newsnight and named Alistair McAlpine as being on the men who had molested him. McAlpine denied it and sued a number of people who repeated Messham’s allegation, including Sally Bercow, the Speaker’s wife. My documents do not contain any references to McAlpine, but McAlpine had connections to numerous people who definitely concealed the activities of the paedophile gang in north Wales (see post ‘Did Glenda Occupy A Key Role In Keeping It All Out Of The Media?’). McAlpine will have known what Peter Morrison was doing because it was an open secret. McAlpine gave the libel damages that he received to charity. One of those charities had connections with child abusers, but McAlpine may not have known that.

Angharad Rees starred in many other TV productions as well as in Poldark. The titles of some of them are quite poignant. They include: Doctor In The House, Crown Court, Within These Walls and Hands Of The Ripper.

Angharad was an Honorary Fellow at the Royal Welsh College of Music and Drama.

Like Linford who was Welsh but lived in London and hung out with the rich and famous in London, Welsh Angharad lived in Knightsbridge, where her jewellery design company was based. Angharad died from pancreatic cancer not so long ago. She left over £2 million in her will, to her husband. Not that he’ll have needed any of it, the McAlpines are worth a fortune.

It sounds to me as though Linford with his Welsh lilt and his Welsh cakes and his bathing beauties just about ran Welsh psychiatry. So I don’t think that the sleazy habits of Angharad’s dad or those of his colleagues were ever going to be given much of an airing in the media. Various seedy associates of Dafydd – including some of those kids of his – used to aggressively yell at me that ‘he knows really famous people’. Because the people shouting this in my direction were very obviously not too bright or well-educated I did guess that the ‘really famous people’ would probably be off the TV and of course I used to watch Dafydd popping up on Kilroy and the Vincent Kane programmes. What a laugh – just imagine if Linford had invited old Dafydd to his soirees in Purley with the likes of Joan Collins dropping in. I can’t imagine anything worse than being in Purley with Joan Collins, I think I’d rather be in the cellar in Denbigh, but Dafydd would really dine out on such an occasion.

To be honest Joan et al, all I could ever think of when Dafydd’s showbiz friends were hinted at was ‘haven’t they noticed what he is LIKE????’

There is a class of people who are very impressed with celebs and won’t upset them – politicians. Particularly those of a New Labouresque nature – as well as the Kinnocks who’s advisors created New Labour. The Kinnocks who really thought that they were were going to win that election in 1992 and would have done anything to have done so. Including wrecking the careers of a few young people working in the media and in medical research in London who knew about Dafydd et al in north Wales perhaps Neil?

Linford and Dafydd weren’t the only Top Docs who knew Really Famous People. Linford Rees jointly edited the ‘Textbook of Psychiatry’ (1977) with Chris Ball and Maurice Lipsedge.

Maurice Lipsedge is honorary senior clinical lecturer at the Institute of Psychiatry, King’s College, London. Lipsedge treated Diana Princess of Wales for anorexia. I’m not sure that he was very effective in making Diana feel any better about herself.

Lipsedge was named in an article in the Indie, 8 Oct 1994. The article concerned the case of a financier Harry Reuben, who had died of a heart attack after a two year Bank of England investigation into his company. Harry’s widow Sylvia protested directly to the Governor of the Bank of England Eddie George about the bullying tactics employed by the Bank, which Sylvia maintained led to Harry suffering an ‘acute nervous breakdown’.

Harry was an accountant who ran Sylcon Finance, which invested funds at Barclays for Harry’s contacts and relatives. Sylcon was positively encouraged by Barclays who guaranteed two deposits which totalled £500k. In Aug 1992 a new manager Steve Kalli reported Sylcon to the Bank of England. The Bank raided Sylcon’s office on 1 Oct 1992 and seized documents. They returned on 6 Oct – on Yom Kippur, although Harry and Sylvia were Jewish – and froze the assets. On 15 Jan 1993 the Bank had Harry’s sons Ian and Lawrence arrested and petitioned for the company to be wound up. The Bank then used three Metropolitan Police officers and three of its own enforcers to arrest Harry on 6 April 1994. Sylvia maintained that Harry was frail and confused, said ‘let me die’ and collapsed. Harry was then ‘de-arrested’ by Acting Det Sgt Byron Thomas and was taken to St Mary’s Hospital Paddington.

The Bank’s Enforcer-In-Chief Peter Filmer hired Maurice Lipsedge on 25 July to provide an opinion regarding Harry’s fitness to plead. Harry repeated ‘let me die’ constantly. In his written report Lipsedge noted that ‘It was a grotesque parody….He is malingering’. Harry did not see Lipsedge’s report for several weeks. After he did read it Harry experienced a heart attack and died on 9 August 1994.

Eddie George subsequently defended the Bank’s actions. After Jan 1993 Barclays distanced itself from Sylcon. Barclays took £1.2 million of investors money to pay off the company overdraft, bank charges and to pay back the guaranteed deposits. The other investors didn’t do quite so well as Barclays – they received less than 4p in the pound.

Because the Top Doctors all write obituaries for each other, I wasn’t surprised to see the old chestnuts appear in Lipsedge’s obituary of his mate Jim Watson in the Guardian in 2016. The words ‘committed psychiatrist’, ‘inspired generations’, ‘humour’ and ‘scientific rigour’ featured.

Jim Watson went to Trinity College Cambridge – like that corrupt foursome who concealed the wrongdoing of Dafydd et al at the Home Office in the 1980s who identified as ‘Trinity Men’ (see post ‘Additional Security Measures’) – and then King’s College London for his clinical training. Then Jim was part of the Galaxy of Talents under Aubrey Lewis at the Maudsley. At the Maudsley, Jim Watson was influenced by ‘poet and psychotherapist’ Bob Hobson – it was Bob who ‘trained’ Dafydd! Dafydd made a point of telling Dr Robin Jacobson of St George’s that in 1991 when I was admitted to Springfield as a patient of Jacobson’s. After a telephone call with Dafydd, Jacobson wrote to Professor Nigel Eastman of St George’s – a mate of Helena Kennedy’s – noting that Dafydd had described me as ‘attractive and seductive’ and that he stated that he and Tony Francis ‘had a soft spot for me’ (Francis was trying to have me imprisoned at the time). Jacobson noted that both Tony Francis and Dafydd had lost ‘their boundaries’ – that is shrink speak for ‘they’re having sex with the patients’ – and that he thought that it would be ‘very difficult’ to help me with ‘the set up in Wales’. Jacobson also told Eastman that Dafydd had trained under Bob Hobson and had treated me ‘in a therapeutic community’ – so that’s what Bryn Golau ward in the North Wales Hospital Denbigh was, which was full of victims of the paedophile gang illegally imprisoned and dosed up to the eye-balls on chlorpromazine, whilst they were occasionally assaulted by the Angels and threatened with incarceration in the underground chamber. It was a therapeutic community! The Chief Angel on the ward in Springfield – a truly dreadful Australian woman called Stephanie – told the other Angels that I’d been treated in a therapeutic community, that everything that could be tried with me had been tried, so I was going to be discharged. The registrar Dr Alice Levinson wrote a letter stating that I was not psychotic, that I was suicidal with the stress of being repeatedly arrested by those we know and love in north Wales, that I was to be discharged with no further treatment but referred to the forensic team ‘for containment’ no less.

Jacobson also documented that he had spoken to Tony Francis who had recommended that St George’s contact Lucille Hughes for information about my ‘dangerousnes’. Lucille Hughes was Dafydd’s mistress, the Director of Gwynedd Social Services and was named in the Waterhouse Report as knowing that a paedophile ring was operating in the children’s homes in north Wales but did not respond. I had never met Lucille Hughes and had never received a ‘service’ from Gwynedd Social Services. St George’s made the kind offer of the use of the social work team based at Clare House – which will have covered the Wandsworth area – should Lucille et al wish to tell them how dangerous I was in detail. I didn’t know that this social work team existed and I had never had any contact with them.

I’m so glad that the daddy of this lot Bob Hobson had a sensitive side and wrote poetry. I expect that Dafydd is a watercolourist in his spare time. Flowers probably.

My post ‘Always On The Side Of The Children’ which discusses the paedophile network that operated in the Borough of Richmond-Upon-Thames in London in the 1970s and 1980s mentioned that the Director of Education in Wandsworth had been named as a paedophile who visited the notorious Elm Guest House where children in care were taken to be used for sex. Sir Peter Morrison visited the Elm Guest House and a boy in care from Wrexham was taken there. The Professor of Paediatrics at St George’s Oliver Brooke was jailed for the possession of large amounts of child porn – which was stored on the premises of St George’s in the paediatrics dept – in 1986. Detectives who worked on the Brooke case stated that he was a key player in a pan-European paedophile ring. My post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – Part III’ discusses Cynthia Payne’s brothel at Streatham, just down the road from St George’s and how some St George’s Top Doctors were customers. The brothel was used as a networking opportunity for professional people with various fetishes – customers included judges, vicars, peers, lawyers and police officers. Cynthia Payne was the only person to be charged. Cynthia Payne shared her house – the brothel – with her friend Lord David Sutch, of the Official Monster Raving Loony Party. David Sutch suffered from manic depression and lived in the catchment area of the St George’s psychiatric team. He became seriously depressed, did not get any better and in 1999 David Sutch hung himself. Or at least he was found hung, it was presumed that he did it himself. An awful lot of people who were witness to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were found dead, having been presumed to have killed themselves. Carole Kasir the manager of the Elm Guest House was found dead, having killed herself it was said with an overdose of insulin.

Dafydd’s old mate from the unforgettable Galaxy of Talent Jim Watson was appointed consultant and senior lecturer at St George’s Hospital Medical School in 1971 and Chair of Psychiatry at St George’s in 1974. Watson then became the head of the academic department of psychiatry at the United Medical and Dental Schools of Guys and St Thomas’s.

Maurice Lipsedge’s obituary of Jim Watson stated that he ‘deplored the absence of training about sexuality for medical students and trainees and established a popular course on this topic’. Now that would have had interesting consequences at St George’s where a paedophile ring which was operating in the area was concealed, a member of the ring being the Professor of Paediatrics. It would have interesting consequences at St Thomas’s as well. St Thomas’s is located very close to Parliament and is the local hospital for the folk of Westminster.

Lipsedge also mentions in Watson’s obituary that Watson’s wife Christine Colley was a consultant and senior lecturer at the Middlesex Hospital in reproductive healthcare. Together they established a sex and relationship problems clinic at Guys.

Lipsedge noted that as well as Bob Hobson, the other influence on Jim Watson was Jim Birley, who like Bob Hobson ‘was a community psychiatrist’.

Jim Birley was the son of the neurologist Jim Birley and was born near Harley Street – another Top Doctor who was a Top Doctor by birth. Birley went to Oxford and then to Tommy’s for his clinical training. In 1954 whilst doing his national service Birley ‘was impressed by the way that deep sleep treatment helped a colleague’. One wonders what Birley thought that he had seen because deep sleep treatment is one of the many discredited dangerous treatments that didn’t work. After witnessing the miracle that is deep sleep treatment Birley took a series of junior medical posts, then rocked up at Tommy’s once more and spent a year working under the lethal William Sargant (see post ‘Dr Death’), just like Dr Death did a few years later.

In 1969 Birley joined the MRC Social Psychiatry Research Unit at the Maudsley as a consultant. Birley was the Dean of the Institute of Psychiatry, 1971-82. He retired in  1990. Birley was Dean of the Royal College of Psychiatry, 1982-87 and President, 1987-90. He was President of the BMA, 1993-94. Now let’s have a look at those obituaries written after Jim Birley died in 2013.

The Guardian obit – written by Caroline Richmond who writes many obits for Top Doctors – told us that Birley had made a ‘great breakthrough’ in the understanding of schizophrenia in the late 1960s. Which will be why schizophrenia is still baffling the people who’ve been working on it for decades, why no-one understands what it is or why it occurs and why none of the drugs used really do much more than sedate people. Pharmacologists freely admit that medical science is many, many years away from developing a drug that really will be effective in schizophrenia. Meanwhile clinical psychologists are trying a variety of non-drug interventions and the last big schizophrenia story to hit the popular media involved theories relating to the immune system. So it’s interesting to read that Jim Birley had it all sorted in the late 1960s. In 1968 Birley and George Brown published ‘Crisis and Life Changes and the Onset of Schizophrenia’ in the Journal of Health and Social Behaviour in the US, which, the Guardian tells us is of course a ‘classic’ paper. The Top Doctors do all tend to have written a classic paper, they have all published something which is the equivalent of Crick and Watson’s paper on the double helix.

The Maudsley passed its long term patients to Cane Hill Hospital near Croydon – those will be the many patients whose conditions had not improved despite the attentions of Sir Aubrey and his Galaxy of Talent, so they’ll have been dumped in the ‘backwards’ of Cane Hill, backwards which the Galaxy of Talent of course banished off the face of the earth altogether as they destigamatised psychiatry and transformed the landscape. In the 1970s Birley established the Windsor Walk Housing Association which was supported accommodation. At about the same time Birley established the Camberwell Rehabilitation Association, which employed patients to undertake tasks such as making fuse boxes.

Such’rehab’ work schemes were inevitably highly exploitative, with patients being paid an utter pittance. There were commercial relationships between the companies who benefited from the patients’ labour – the company paid for the work undertaken and they paid a lot more than the patients ever received in pay. Virtually free labour was also supplied by patients under the guise of occupational therapy. I was told of one hospital which had a commercial contract with a manufacturer of matches and at Warlingham Park Hospital patients spent their time packing paper towels. At Warlingham Park this ‘occupational therapy’ was obligatory. Patients clocked on at 9am and stayed at the yoke until 5pm and if they refused to ‘attend occupational therapy’ they were sectioned. There weren’t many who wanted to risk that, because Warlingham Park was a notoriously brutal hospital where a number of staff were actually imprisoned after patients had been seriously injured and raped. Please see my post ‘A Trade In People – Between London And North Wales’ for an account of the experiences of one family known to me who had experienced the delights of Warlingham Park. It involved the suspicious death of a middle-aged mother whilst sectioned at the hospital, the sectioning of her two teenaged children when they raised concerns about the circumstances of their mum’s death, the fleecing of those two children out of their inheritance by a number of crooked Top Doctors and lawyers and then the transportation of the two by now young adult children to north Wales – where they had never even visited – ‘for a new start’. Upon arriving in Bethesda, they found that their neighbours had been told that they were ‘interested in young children’ and the young woman was arrested by the police following baseless allegations that she had been ‘dancing naked’ in her house and inviting children in whilst at it. After years of neglect from the Hergest Unit the husband of this young woman choked to death whilst living in a ‘care home’ where he was under observation every 20 mins. No-one ever explained how his body laid undiscovered for a couple of hours.

The man whom I knew who was forced to pack paper towels at Warlingham Park to boost the profits of the NHS was paid a matter of pennies per hour. Before his mum died at the hands of Warlingham Park and he was sectioned, he had been an engineering apprentice.

The best story that I have heard re free labour as occupational therapy did of course come from someone who had been a patient at Denbigh. She was 19 years old at the time in 1985 and her therapy was to pack Dr Whites sanitary towels into boxes whilst a student nurse supervised her to make sure that there was no slacking. The student nurse in question later became the nurse manager of the Hergest Unit, Lena Henry. Happy memories Lena!!! I heard about this when I compared notes with this person about our Dafydd and Denbigh experiences. We did end up having such a laugh at the horrors of Denbigh that I received an e mail from her the next morning suggesting that the next time that we took a trip down memory lane we’d need incontinence pads rather than Dr Whites. Unlike me, this person was born in Bangor and went to school there. She told me that there were constant allegations that Dafydd ‘sold’ young female patients from Denbigh to members of local chapels who used them sexually. By the time that I was told this, I had already known a woman who had grown up on Anglesey who told me that when she was a child her father and uncle used her as a child prostitute and she was passed around the members of a chapel on Anglesey. She tried to kill herself when she was a young adult and ended up in Denbigh. The members of the chapel told her that if she returned to the chapel they would not sit next to her. This lady was a long-term mental health patient in north Wales and the Top Doctors were fully aware of her allegations.

Dafydd lives on Anglesey and was well thought of by members of the local chapel. As well as the Police Federation, members of the Methodist Church turned out to give former North Wales Police Superindent Gordon Anglesea a good send-off after he died in prison in 2016 following his conviction for the historical abuse of boys in care in Bryn Estyn.

In 1971 Jim Birley – after meeting David Ennals – founded the Southwark Association for Mental Health. The Southwark Association for Mental Health ran a charity shop and held fetes to raise funds.

Southwark Social Services sent numerous children in its care to the Bryn Alyn Community and continued to send them even after the kids complained of being abused. The local MP was Lib Dem Simon Hughes, who was one of the MPs who signed an early day motion opposing the proposed closure of Garth Angharad, that personal prison used by the paedophiles friends (see post ‘More On Those Who Signed That Early Day Motion’).

In 1971 David Ennals was leading a major campaign for MIND. He later became Chair of MIND and it was whilst Ennals was Chair that Tony Smythe was appointed as Chief Exec of MIND. Tony Smythe had links with paedophiles’ rights groups such as PIE. David Ennals was Secretary of State for the DHSS, 1976-79. Before he had ever met Jim Birley, Ennals had served as a junior Minister in the Home Office – whilst the Home Office was directly responsible for managing Approved Schools, such as Bryn Estyn and Axwell Park, where there were paedophile gangs in operation.

David Ennals brother Sir Paul Ennals was Chief Executive of the NCB (National Children’s Bureau). He was also a member of safeguarding Boards in Haringey, Gateshead, Sunderland and Tyneside. Which would have meant a lot of commuting. All of the locations in which Sir Paul was busy safeguarding had paedophile rings operating in the children’s services.

The Guardian assures us that Birley’s ‘patients adored him…he cared deeply for them, never trying to offload them onto other doctors’. Dafydd used to stress that he too never offloaded his patients. Once you were lumbered with Dafydd, you were stuck with him for life. Even if you went to London to work. Birley was ‘kind, gentle, modest, caring, tolerant and humerous’, ‘a great clinician, intellectually astute yet humble’, who ‘treated everyone with the same courtesy’ and was ‘a wonderful mentor’ who enjoyed ‘practical jokes’.

Birley once suffered a manic episode and ‘spoke quite openly about it, showing it could happen to anyone’. The circumstances under which this happened occurred whilst the Maudsley was being picketed – I’d love to know why that was. Birley ‘briefly’ became manic, feeling that he’d seen the light. His family and friends noticed and three colleagues sent him home with a tranquilliser which Birley said made him feel ‘as if he had stepped into a hot bath’. Two days later Birley was as ‘right as rain’.

The Top Doctors seem to enjoy rather better recoveries from mental health problems than the rest of the population. Other people who experience bouts of mental illness find themselves sectioned and subjected to occupational health reports from other Top Doctors stating that they are not suitable for various professions, but the Top Doctors make miraculous recoveries and carry on as if nothing had ever been amiss. Unless of course they are whistleblowers, in which case they never work again.

Whilst Birley was President of the BMA, 1993-94, he published a report on the involvement of Doctors in torture overseas. In 1993 I was fined £60 in  Bangor Magistrates Court for ‘staring at a social worker in Safeways’. The social worker in question was Jackie Brandt, a social worker employed by Gwynedd Social Services, who had previously unlawfully detained me in Ysbyty Gwynedd after Alun Davies told me that if I didn’t drop my complaints about the mental health services I’d be sectioned. My complaint against Brandt and Davies following these events was never investigated, although it was admitted that Brandt had not completed a report as she was legally obliged to do. Brandt saw me in Safeways one day and went straight down to Bangor Police Station and made a statement claiming that I had screamed and swore at her and threatened her. Under cross-examination by my solicitor in Court, Brandt started crying and admitted that I hadn’t even spoken to her in Safeways. I was fined for causing her ‘alarm and distress’ as defined by the Public Order Act. Brandt was never investigated for perjury.

After Brandt gave the performance of a lifetime in the witness box, I was told by the family of another patient that Brandt had unlawfully detained their daughter in the Hergest Unit and after they made a complaint, Brandt and Tony Francis ‘told lie after lie after lie’. Brandt was then appointed as this young woman’s key worker – although the young woman hated her and refused to speak to her. The young woman was renting a house which she shared with another young woman in Felinheli. Brandt went round to visit. The young woman refused to answer the door. So Brandt called the police, who broke the door down and took her to Ysbyty Gwynedd where Brandt and Tony Francis sectioned her. The young woman was then evicted from her house by the landlord because of the damage caused when the police broke in. So the young woman was now a ‘homeless paranoid schizophrenic’. Two years previously the homeless paranoid schizophrenic had been leading a rather yuppyish life in London. Her problems began when she made friends with Marco Pierre White and his circle of friends. A series of very distressing things happened to this young woman and a Top Doctor was called. She was ‘taken home’ to north Wales – where she had grown up – and sectioned by Brandt and Francis. Who told her that she mustn’t go back to London again because People In London Didn’t Want To See Her.

I got to know this young woman very well during the 1990s and on a number of occasions her mental health would very obviously improve and she would  land herself jobs and enrol on MBAs and look as though she was about to make a fantastic recovery and would talk about returning to London to live. Then Tony Francis would ‘alter her medication’ and within a month she’d be sectioned again.

On one occasion when she was sectioned, this young woman swore blind that Tony Francis came to her room late at night and exposed himself to her. Her parents went apeshit and demanded an investigation. Francis was cleared on the grounds that he wan’t in the hospital on that night and the whole saga was attributed to the young woman being a chronic deluded paranoid schizophrenic. The young woman never wavered from her story, no matter what the state of her mental health was.

‘Lie after lie after lie’. That was what I found that Tony Francis had written upon my medical records when I finally received all of them last year. He’d been doing it for years as well in an attempt to have me banged up, entirely without my knowledge. He had told other people to lie on oath and they had done it. Francis had made a serious attempt at having me transferred to a forensic unit in 1994 by telling a colleague of Brandt’s, a CPN called Bridget Loyd, to lie in Court about me having phoned her up and threatened her (see post ‘The Most Dangerous Man In The World – The Scottish Play’). I was acquitted. There was no apology and no investigation. Many of the letters that Tony Francis had written to third parties encouraging them to contact the police about me and emphasising how dangerous I was had been cc’d to the BMA.

I could say ‘It’s a rat trap Tony – and you’ve been caught’ a la Bob Geldof, but Tony Francis killed himself shortly after Operation Pallial re-opened the investigation into the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal. I understand that his wife Sadie – who also worked as a psychiatrist at the North Wales Hospital and then at Ysbyty Gwynedd – told her neighbours that he became depressed and killed himself because of me. I had not seen him for years…

Sadie Francis sat on the North Wales Community Health Council. The  NHS watchdog and patients’ voice!

Jim Birley campaigned against poor psychiatric practice abroad, especially in the former communist countries and in China. Jim represented the Royal College of Psychiatrists at the World Psychiatric Association meeting in 1981, when those naughty old Soviets were readmitted under strict conditions.

Birley was a Fellow of the American Psychiatric Association and was a leading member of what is now called the Global Initiative on Psychiatry.

As Top Doctors always are, Birley was ‘alarmed by Gov’t reforms’. He claimed that the 1989 White Paper ‘Working for Patients’ was ‘written by people who didn’t understand the NHS….had Mrs Thatchter’s fingerprints all over it’. In 1989 Sir Peter Morrison was abusing kids in care in north Wales which were handed over to him by the North Wales Paedophile Ring whilst he was Deputy Chair of the Tory Party. In 1990 Morrison organised Thatcher’s leadership campaign. In 1990 both I and two of my friends who knew what had happened to me in north Wales were being seriously bullied at work.

Birley was awarded a CBE in 1990.

By the beginning of 1991 the careers of me and two of my friends who knew what had happened to me in north Wales had been destroyed.

The Maudsley still has a James Birley Unit for acutely ill women.

 

Now for more on two of the Top Doctors who waxed lyrical about Linford Rees of the Welsh cakes and celebrity daughter in their obituaries of him – Griffith Edwards and Hamid Ghodse.

Professor Griffith Edwards  went to Balliol College Oxford and then did his clinical training at Barts. He did his postgraduate training at the Maudsley under D.L. Davies. He spent the whole of his career at the Institute of Psychiatry – which for many years was based at the Maudsley, but it later moved to King’s College London. Edwards became an alcohol and addiction specialist, a ‘major international figure influencing the discipline of alcohol and drug studies’. Of course Edwards ‘promoted rigorous scientific and clinical standards’ and ‘initiated therapeutic communities for heroin addicts’. Edwards established day centres for drug users and help for ‘skid row drinkers’. He introduced CBT, motivational interviewing, psychotherapy and pharmacotherapy for addicts.

Edwards was the Director of the MRC funded Addiction Behaviour Unit (ABU) and he established the UK’s National Addiction Centre in London, of which he was the first Chair and Director. He wrote extensively on policy aspects regarding alcohol and drugs.

Edwards held the following appointments at the Institute of Psychiatry: researcher worker, 1962-66; lecturer, 1966-67; senior lecturer, 1967-73; Reader in Drug Dependency, 1973-79; Professor of Addiction Behaviour, 1979-94 (Emeritus Prof from 1994); Director of the Addiction Research Unit, 1967-94.

Edwards was the first Professor of Addiction Behaviour in the UK.

Edwards was hon consultant psychiatrist at the Royal Bethlem and Maudsley Hospitals, 1967-94 (Emeritus from 1994). He was Chairman of the National Addiction Centre, 1991-94.

Edwards contributed to the drafting of the addiction sections of the ICD-10 and DSM- IV.

He was: a member of the Academy of the Medical Royal Colleges group making submissions on cannabis to the House of Lords in 1998; Consultant to the Presidents Special Action Office for Drug Abuse Prevention, Washington DC; Consultant for the Ministry of Health, Bolivia and Mexico members in the Cabinet Office group concerned with the design of national UK alcohol policy in 2003.

One of Edwards’s many papers was  his 1982 publication regarding cannabis and psychiatric morbidity. One of the Reports of the Expert Group of which he was a member was published by the Home Office. Which at the time employed Bing Spear as the Chief Inspector of the Drugs Branch – Bing who did many favours for Top Doctors who flogged prescriptions for Class A drugs and breached the rules, Bing who hung around with street addicts despite being a civil service mandarin. Bing who was very likely an addict himself. For the background on Bing and his celebrity drug dealer friends, see post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’.

Edwards – along with with Milton Gross – wrote the original description of alcohol dependence which was published by the BMJ in 1976. It’s a classic paper – of course.

Edwards was described as ‘one of the few true giants’ by Dr Marc A. Schuckit of the University of Califonia, San Diego. Dr Thomas Babor of the University School of Medicine and Editor of the journal ‘Addiction’ described Edwards as the ‘father of some of the major conceptual advances in this field’.

Like every good Top Doctor Edwards networked furiously. Babor remembers that Edwards and his wife ‘hosted salon-like events at their home in Greenwich that were known for more than their warm conversation’. Furthermore Edwards ‘was a real wine connoisseur and there was always a cocktail before dinner…he was a strong believer in social drinking’.

The Society for the Study of Addiction’s website featured a tribute to Edwards written by Joanna Milward of King’s College London, who remembered Edwards’s contribution to British cannabis policy in the 1970s. Edwards’s rather subscribed to notions of reefer madness. Not that Joanna is one to mock. Joanna states that ‘substantial research has supported Griffith’s views, particularly around the risks associated with chronic, heavy use’.

Dr Peter and Margaret McCann remembered that Edwards was of great assistance to them when they established Castle Craig Hospital in 1988 – Edwards introduced them to ‘leading consultant psychiatrists in Scotland’ who specialised in addiction. Castle Craig is an upmarket ‘clinic’ for addicts. The McCanns also established Clouds House in Wiltshire, another sumptuous clinic for addicts.

Edwards researched and supported a new approach for homeless people and prisoners with alcohol problems. He was instrumental in establishing Pheonix House, the first therapeutic community for the treatment of drug dependence.

Alongside Lady Ann Parkinson, Edwards supported the charity Action on Addiction which was formed in 1989, which later merged with The Chemical Dependency Centre and Clouds House to form a larger charity, still called Action on Addiction. Lady Ann Parkinson was married to Cecil Parkinson, a member of Thatcher’s Cabinet and colleague of Peter Morrison. One of the Parkinson’s daughters, Mary, became involved with drugs and prostitution. She was found dead a few weeks ago.

Professor Griffith Edwards was awarded a CBE in 1987. There’s a nice photo of him available online – he’s wearing a stripey suit and a bow tie and is glaring aggressively at the camera.

Edwards took over the editorship of the British Journal of Addiction – in 1993 the journal was renamed Addiction – in 1978 from Max Glatt. Edwards remained Editor in Chief until 2005 and remained the Commissioning Editor until his death in 2012.

In his obituary of Edwards in the Guardian, Hamid Ghodse tells us that Edwards was ‘a sensitive clinician…aware that the therapeutic relationship between doctor and patient was of fundamental importance’. Dafydd and Tony Francis used to bang on a lot about the doctor patient therapuetic relationship and how trust in such a relationship was essential.

Ghodse reassures us that all Edwards’s ‘innovations were based on research findings and therefore influenced other clinicians and Government policy’ and that he ‘never had any involvement with the alcohol industry’. He didn’t need to – Edwards was the dominant figure in a field rotten with corruption where addicts were routinely neglected and treated like sub-humans by most Top Doctors, unless they had money in which case there were celebrity Top Doctors  who would flog them prescriptions and run luxurious expensive clinics for them. NHS clinics like the ones that Edwards ran were worse than mediocre, they were box ticking exercises in which patients purchased drugs off each other whilst the staff pretended not to notice.

I have only known one person well who was a drug user throughout the years when Edwards’s was doing all this splendid work and the anecdotes that this man related were extraordinary – but I have read similar accounts. He was an archetypal 60s hippy who took just about everything but would not touch heroin because he knew that it was addictive. He developed a psychotic illness after taking LSD and was sectioned a number of times in hospitals in affluent areas of Surrey and Sussex. At one of these institutions another patient tried to strangle him whilst he was asleep in bed one night. The patient who tried to kill him admitted to the staff that he’d done this to the acid casualty and stated that he was going to try it again. The acid casualty was still psychotic but he was discharged from the hospital on the grounds that the other patient was so dangerous that the acid casualty could not be kept safe.

At another hospital the acid casualty was told by a Top Doctor ‘I hate you hippies, you’re all revolving door patients’. The Top Doctor told the hippy that when he returned from holiday he would put him on morphine ‘to stabilise’ him. The hippy was horrified and at least had the good sense to see that turning into an addict would not be a good idea – although it would be highly profitable for any Top Doctor with a line in private prescriptions for addicts – and he actually managed to enlist the help of his father-in-law who was a Harley Street dentist to get him transferred to another hospital.

In another hospital this hippy – who enjoyed his drugs but wasn’t prone to punch-ups – was challenged to a fight by another patient who was enthusiastic about punch-ups. The hippy did all he could to avoid the violence but in the end he grabbed a pole and kept it with him lest he need it for self-defence. He was then violently attacked by the other patient and did end up in a serious confrontation. The Angels formed a circle around these two patients and watched the fight whilst discussing whether a psychotic hippy would be able to successfully defend himself against the ward psychopath.

This man was a patient of Dafydd’s in the North Wales Hospital in the 1980s. He told me that there was a patient on the ward who was supplying amphetamines to other patients with the knowledge of the staff. When the patients suffered from the effects of the drugs that they had purchased, Dafydd would section them for either six months or a year, so they would remain on the ward where the drugs were sold and offered the opportunity to buy more…

It was a free for all. Edwards will have known Dafydd and he will have known the sort of things going on at Denbigh, as well as at other Drug Dependency Units in hospitals. My post ‘Little Things Hitting Each Other’ describes the rampant corruption and in-fighting between Top Doctors in this field, none of whom were putting the welfare of their patients first. Meanwhile Griffith Edwards and Dafydd banged on about cannabis psychosis.

Hamid Ghodse observed that Edwards’s  National Addiction Centre at the Institute of Psychiatry at King’s College is now a ‘hub’ connecting Griffith’s ‘proteges’ – yet more from that Galaxy of Talent – with students across the world.

In 1966 Edwards designed the World Health Organisation’s alcohol policy and later their drugs policy. He was a member of the UK Advisory Council on the Misuse of Drugs – as was Sir Philip Myers who was Chief Constable of the North Wales Police when that force was riddled with corruption, particularly the drug squad (see post ‘They Planned To Put Acid In All The Reservoirs…’); a member of the ESRC; an advisor to the Dept of Health regarding alcohol problems and an advisor to the Cabinet Office on alcohol policy.

Max Glatt edited the journal which became Addiction before Griffith Edwards took it over.

In 1952 Max Glatt opened the first NHS unit for alcoholism at Warlingham Park Hospital. In 1962 Glatt established a unit for alcoholics and drug users at St Bernard’s Hospital in Ealing – it is now known as the Max Glatt Centre – run on ‘therapeutic community principles’. Glatt was also responsible for the establishment of the first addiction treatment in a prison – at Wormwood Scrubs, a unit which now also bears his name. Glatt taught at UCH, the Royal Free Hospital, the Middlesex Hospital. He retired from the NHS in 1977 and in 1978 became a consultant at the Priory.

Glatt ‘destigmatised’ alcoholism. So that’s why the Hergest Unit have for years refused to treat patients with alcohol problems, as have the A&E Dept at Ysbyty Gwynedd, even after a patient who had gone there for help was found inexplicably dead hours later (see post ‘Two Dangerous Very Dishonest Nurses’).

Glatt advised the BMA, the Home Office and the Royal Colleges. He was the co-founder of the Medical Council on Alcoholism and the National Council on Alcoholism.

Glatt was ‘universally liked and admired’, was ‘never censorius’, ‘seldom gave up hope’, ‘enabled patients to open up to him’ and was a ‘quiet, modest and gentle person with a sharp sense of humour and an infectious smile’ who was ‘deeply religious’. Glatt ran a weekly group at the Florence Nightingale Hospital until his death in 2002.

The Daily Telegraph’s obituary of Glatt stated that when Glatt began his group therapy at Warlingham Park ‘Glatt had little idea of what he was doing’ and after his initial experiment with a group of four alcoholic patients asked them ‘has anything come out of this?’. One of them replied that they had no idea, ‘but talking was better than making paper elephants in the occupational therapy class’.

There was a tribute to Glatt written by David Marjot in Alcohol and Alcoholism. Marjot was another Top Doctor involved in the battles between Top Doctors in the 70s and 80s regarding the treatment of addicts. I note that Marjot served in the Royal Navy – when he left in 1976 he went to work at Barts with Glatt and was his successor when Glatt retired.

Max Glatt had a very troubled early life, although I can’t quite work out how some of the pieces of the story fit together. His parents died in Belsen and Glatt was imprisoned in Dachau after trying to flee to Holland after Kristallnacht in 1938. Somehow Glatt found his way out of Dachau to the UK. Some accounts state that he was ‘allowed to buy his freedom’ from Dachau the form of a visa to South America, where he travelled via England, but whilst in England he was interned. Other accounts describe Glatt as having been ‘deported to Britain’ from Dachau, then interned as an enemy alien on the Isle of Man from where he was transported to Australia on a prison ship, after which in 1942 Glatt made his way to England and ‘drifted into psychiatry’ because he feared that if he entered a more popular specialism he would be deported when the British doctors returned from active service. I can imagine that fleeing the Nazis was a pretty difficult situation to be in, so who knows what Max Glatt had to resort to in order to stay alive, but there is the common theme here re ‘why I went into psychiatry’ – for a variety of reasons huge numbers of people, even those who later were described as giants among Top Doctors, entered psychiatry because they were unemployable in any other field.

 

Hamid Ghodse was the man who wrote the relentlessly fawning obituaries of Professor Linford Rees and Professor Griffith Edwards – although there is plenty of evidence that these two men were seriously abusing their positions and were involved in concealing the wrongdoing of Dafydd and the paedophiles. Ghodse died himself in 2012.

Ghodse was educated in Iran and in Beirut, but came to the UK after qualifying in 1965. He knew people in south Wales as a result of a friendship he had made on a previous visit to the UK, so he did his postgraduate training at Morgannwg Hospital in Bridgend, south Wales, 1968-70. He then returned to London and worked at Barts and the Maudsley until 1974. Ghodse became the resident psychiatrist at the Institute of Psychiatry, 1974-78. In 1978 Ghodse was appointed consultant psychiatrist at St George’s Hospital Medical School. In 1987 Ghodse became Professor of Addictive Behaviour and International Drug’s Policy at St George’s. In 1992 he set up and ran the International Centre for Drug Policy at St George’s, where he remained until his death in 2012.

Ghodse was training as a junior psychiatrist in south Wales at the same time as Tony Francis – he then went to the Institute of Psychiatry at about the same time that Francis did. The Royal College of Physicians website’s section on ‘Lives of the Fellows’ mentions that Ghodse was ‘strongly influenced’ by Linford Rees when he worked at Barts and that he got to know Linford’s family at Barts. When Ghodse worked at the Institute of Psychiatry his mentor was Griff Edwards.

Ghodse undoubtedly knew Tony Francis.

In 1992 when Ghodse set up his International Centre for Drug Policy at St George’s, five witnesses to the North Wales Child Abuse Scandal were killed by that firebomb (see post ‘The Silence of the Welsh Lambs’).

Ghodse was working in the endemically corrupt St George’s whilst I was hounded out of my job there and then when I had dreadful experiences when I ended up as a patient of Ghodse’s colleagues. Colleagues who were busy communicating with Tony Francis, Dafydd and even Lucille Hughes without informing me let alone gaining my consent. Ghodse’s Drug Dependency Unit was originally located in Clare House – where those social workers who were offering to receive information from Lucille Hughes about me being phenomenally dangerous were based.

Ghodse’s inpatient unit was originally at Tooting Bec Hospital, which closed in 1988 – a new unit opened at Springfield to replace it. Ghodse was involved in training doctors, nurses, psychologists – and social workers.

Altogether Ghodse spent 34 wonderful years at St George’s. But he certainly got out and about and put his fingers in many pies. Ghodse began his career in addiction at Hackney Hospital’s DDU and he also worked as a consultant at Tommy’s as well as St George’s. He was the Director of Substance Misuse Services for Wandsworth, Merton and Sutton Health Authorities and was Director of the South West Thames Regional Drug Problem Team.

Ghodse was Chair of the Royal College of Psychiatrists Substance Misuse Section, 1990-94. I was working at St George’s whilst Ghodse Chaired that section – and by 1994, the agreement whereby Dafydd would be allowed to retire without any of the serious complaints about him being followed up and would also be given the contract for providing substance misuse services for north Wales had been thrashed out (see post ‘The Evolution of a Drugs Baron?’).

Ghodse was Vice-President of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, 2000-02. Whilst the Waterhouse Report was published.

Ghodse was non-executive director of the National Patient Safety Agency, 2001-to his death. He was Chairman of Higher Degrees in Psychiatry, University of London, 2003-until his death.

Ghodse was an advisor to the Department of Health and to the NHS Ombudsman. He was elected as President of the UN International Narcotics Control Board 11 times. That Board monitors countries adherence to drug conventions.

Vanessa Cameron, the Chief Executive of the Royal College of Psychiatrists, described this big time crook as ‘the wise elder statesman par excellence’.

Ghodse’s wife Barbara Ghodse whom he married in 1973 was a Top Doctor who went into hospital management. In fact Barbara Ghodse was or still is the service contracts manager for St George’s Healthcare NHS Trust.

A measure of Hamid Ghodse’s success as a Top Doctor was suggested by his former colleague Dr Jill Treganza who ran the DDU at St George’s with him. Treganza observed that when they first set up the DDU, she and Hamid would joke about managing over 100 patients with just one part-time nurse to help them. Hamid built the DDU up into a university department of addiction behaviour with over 200 staff, over 85 of them in the academic unit.

Now how ever did Hamid manage to do that?

 

After Hamid Ghodse died, a memorial service was held as a ‘celebration of Hamid’s life’. In attendance were: Prof Peter Kopelman, Principal, St George’s; Jill Treganza; Prof Dinash Bughra; Prof Fabrizio Schifano; Prof Sue Bailey; Dr N. Baghaei-Yazdi; Baroness Sheila Hollins; Prof Ilana Crome.

All together now, in memory of Hamid – ‘We didn’t know’.

 

Before I leave the topic of the festering cess-pit of corruption that is St George’s with its Top Doctors who were concealing paedophile rings which were linked to gangsters involved in large scale drug importation and dealing as well as child porn, there is one person who needs to make her way to the nearest police station and fess up. That is Deb Everard, the vile manipulative laboratory technician who caused such huge problems at St George’s but who never faced disciplinary action, no matter how dreadful her conduct. Everard was a Conservative Councillor in Edmonton and although she was a Tory she ruthless used the corrupt MSF reps in St George’s to keep herself out of trouble. Everard knew about Oliver Brooke the paedophile professor as well as mountains of other wrongdoing. St George’s was the centre of a major crime ring with international links – this is not about a daft old bat like you falling out with everyone Deb, this is about drug barons and child traffickers you stupid cow. Get down the police station now.

Now for a bit more information on Alice Mahon, the Labour MP who blew the whistle on the gross abuses at Ashworth Hospital, but which were then blamed on the patients and used to justify New Labour becoming even more oppressive and punitive towards people with mental health problems (see post ‘Security, Security’).

Alice Mahon was Labour MP for Halifax, 1987-05. She was on left of the party and member of the Socialist Campaign Group. Mahon resigned from the Labour Party in April 2009 because of her disgust at the plans of Gordon’s aide Damien McBride and Derek Draper’s plans to smear leading Tories.

Mahon went to grammar school in Halifax and after leaving school worked as an NHS nursing auxillary for ten years. She was born in 1937 so presumably she began working for the NHS in the mid-late 1950s. In 1979 Mahon graduated from Bradford University with a BA in Social Policy and then taught trade union studies at Bradford College, 1980-87. She was also a Councillor on Calderdale Council. By the time that Mahon resigned from the Labour Party in 2009 she had been a member for over 50 years. She campaigned on women’s rights, abortion rights and gay rights – all of which were systematically breached by the NHS whilst Mahon worked in it and for many years afterwards. Mahon was based in a region of the country where a paedophile gang targeted children in care – we’re talking Yorkshire, Jimmy Savile ruled supreme